Don't Forget Me...

There's just one thing that I need to say
Before I close my eyeas and walk away
There's just one thing that I need to feel
Before I walk away against my will
~ Don't Forget Me, Way out West


In spite of life, and my experiences with the uglier sex, I still remain hopeful. By no means however, am I an optimist. I don't expect the best of every situation, but I do have hope that the 'best' is possible. Given the current trend, however, it might be best described as highly improbable. For those of you (all two of you who read this) who don't know, I ended things with Rasta a month ago. There is a lot of wisdom in the saying "If he did it with you, he'll do it to you." Not that it's not common sense, but apparently I prefer the view from hindsight.

Suffice it to say - breakups suck. I'm having trouble keeping it together with the explosive combination of vexation and hurt swelling inside of me. At the same time it's amazing how missing someone until your skin hurts makes you forget everything else. It's all very confusing and disgusting. You'd think by now I'd be an expert at this.

Word to the wise: don't be emotionally slutty. Don't give up your emotions until you know they're deserved. I may be living proof that you can never really know. Being treated like a princess doesn't always mean much. Still, I am glad that I am in the know rather than ignorantly blissful like a lot of women out there. If you don't trust him...chances are you're right not to. Why am I starting to sound like a Cosmo article? The last thing I want to be is a man-hater. But why do they give us so many reasons to not like them?

Still...my number one fear is being forgotten. I want to know that the past year and a half of my life has meant something to him. I guess I will never know. And I've promised to never contact him again - doing well so far.

If I could say one thing it would be this: You will forget me before I forget you.

Oh, and: Fuck you, I was a great girlfriend.