It’s interesting when the person who made you more miserable than anyone else in the world says you’re sad and they can help when the last thing you want is to even think of them anymore.  If there were someway I could wake up tomorrow and forget that existence I would pay an obscene amount of money for it.  How fucked up do you need to be to tell someone you hate them, destroy everything they care about, stomp all over their dreams – and then when it is convenient for you go back and try to talk.  Even worse is trying to talk and lying when you do talk.  I don’t want to be a liar, I don’t want to associate with them, and I don’t want to associate with people who only think of themselves and lose sight of things that actually matter to pursue superficial flings in lieu of my absense.  Unfortunately, the nature of my job now is that I will not always be there.  It sucks for me just as much, believe me – but somehow those things would have never even been a thought in my mind.  I know I made a promise to never leave, but did it even occur to her that I didn’t?  She did.  I have nothing more to say about that.  I couldn’t even bare to hug her after the things she’s done, knowing that some deadbeat and mentally inferior waste of a multicelled organism was with her the way I was.

My head hurts.

Good night.

Oh, and maybe I’m not happy – but maybe that isn’t what I’m here for.