Arr bitch moan rah rah rah.

This is the part where I crab and whine about being angry at things in my life.

Now is a time for letting go, moving on. I'm really tired of feeling this fucked up about all of this... how much time have I wasted this year, trying to pursue or patch this kind of thing? He used to talk about how we'd have this marvelous love story... all the letters we wrote to one another before I moved. How we'd have this -record- of what we went through.

I just deleted all of them. Every email I sent, every email he sent to me... I don't want or need the temptation to go back through and read them, I take no pleasure in reopening that wound. They're all gone. I may log back into my email and 'empty' the trash folder just to add a last kick of finality to it. I'm really tired of being treated like I'm worthless. If his level of disinterest is this high, and he didn't have the decency to at least tell me 'no' when I've asked him whether or not this was still important in some fashion? Fuck that.

I don't intend on burning the bridge. That's stupid, and I'm generally above that. And for god's sake he is still important to me, damn it all; that doesn't mean I'm not angry. A little communication really -isn't- a lot to ask for. I really thought we were both a lot less adolescent than to just sit and hope she gets the hint and fucks off of her own accord. Who knows, maybe next week he'll -really- have something to say for himself, something that will make the difference. Somehow, I doubt that very much.

Till then, you -really- don't want my evil eye right now.

(There's good news, too; and fun things going on. I'll talk about those soon <3)