Here's the irony in my life. Looking at my hp phone book, i don't remember anyone's phone number save Pariss's and well..yea save for Pariss's. you is not in my phone book. Why? because i refuse to add you back in after i lost my phone. I took it as a sign. I took it as a sign that fate meant to wipe you out of my life. I took it as a sign that every thing including the not-your-name that i hesitated to change, that i hesistated to press "DELETE" was meant to be deleted. Childish of me ain't it that i refuse to add you back? I am in denial. I don't like you to be a reminder to me, least of all in my phone book. and yet and yet, for all that i don't want to remember, of all people who's number i don't want to know anymore, for all i try and try to erase you from my life and my memory. your stupid fuck number i still can remember. GO CHANGE UR BLARDY PHONE NUMBER AND PLZ GET THE HELL OUT OF MY LIFE.
This summer. i promise me. This summer i promise me that i will have two blissful months of not knowing what is up with you. I will have two blissful months of not hearing from you and i will have two blissful months of knowing i will not bump into you or your presence on any corners. i will have two blissful months of totally forgetting you and after my two blissful months i will be indifferent to any thing you ever do again in this lifetime because this summer, i will have two blissful months of learning not to care and learning that some people are just not worth trying to be friends with if its detrimental to me. this summer i will love myself because i will have two blissful months of refusing to think about this year.