You couldn't be wrong-er.
It's funny how people like to think that you feel like how they imagine you to. They never even think that you feel
nothing like how they think you do. For example, you might have some friends who think that you're
sad because they're not talking to you anymore, when you're actually feeling so much
relief because you never liked them. And no, that was not an example from my life, it's just a general statement.
So if you think I'm feeling awkward and not saying anything because I'm getting the silent treatment from you, you can think again. I'm only silent because I'm giving it
back. Only I think you're too wrapped up in yourself to notice that. Awkward my foot. I'm not that much of an idiot, for your useless information.
In fact, I wonder if you even noticed that I'm not talking to you, simply because I couldn't be bothered talking to a wall. It's annoying, but silence is better right now.
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I think that I'm beginning to let go. I've accepted that you have a life without me, and I've known that from that start. After all, we all have lives that don't require some people to survive. So when you say 'I can't live without you', you're kidding yourself. You lived just fine before that person came along.
I know I can be annoying, but I've realised that ignoring my messages doesn't hurt me one bit. It should have, but it doesn't.
I think you've changed since that day. Maybe I was wrong to write that, but I honestly thought that you might smile because of it. So... sorry.
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