It's really late . . . or early.

I honestly feel so much better. Like I can go out and have fun with my friends without coming home and fighting. I like the fact that I don't fight with him anymore, because he's not here. That's all we seemed to do lately. And now, I don't have that constant stress.

When someone hurts my friends, in any way, shape, or form, it pisses me off. I literally want to fuck this girl up right now. He does not deserve to be treated this way. Not when he has treated her like a fucking queen. He has been spending all his extra time and all the money that he really should not be spending, on her. And for what? For her to go and do something stupid and hurt him like this? Yeah, he says that he knows it wouldn't work since she is moving next month, but he still has all these feelings for her. And you don't realize how much you feel for someone until they hurt you. And that's what happened. I feel for him so much because I've been in is position and I know how bad it hurts. And I really want to tell this girl to go fuck off because she does not deserve him. Not at all.

And then there's me. Yeah, I got hurt. And as soon as I did, as soon as I realized how much I got hurt, I fell out of love. Which I guess is good so that I wouldn't get hurt more. And I really don't think he cares. And if he does, he just doesn't show it. And I don't know why I care. I shouldn't. And maybe I don't very much, but I still wonder. I'll probably always wonder.