New Ending

Short post:

The Boy is gone.
(Yeah like the Jason Mraz song - look it up people!)

Reason: I didn't feel like he cared about (read: was missing me) as much as I did him. So I don't like doing the whole one way street thing so I called it quits. Felt bad. For a while.

Still get nauseously ill about it sometimes. BUT Dealing well.

Miss the makeouts and the other nice bits. Must remind oneself not to daydream about that too often.

Feel bad about doing the dumping, but I feel like I had no choice. Is it bad of me to say that I foresaw it? Not that I wanted to, but there was no future with this one really. He wasn't the settling type anyway. Too many ifs, ands or buts. Whereas I'm more of a WHY NOT kinda gal.

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Writing this n Barcelona! Backpackers BCN, Barcelona - nice hostel if you are ever in this part of the world. Mildly pissed off because someone stole my shower, WHILE MY CLOTHES WERE HANGING IN IT. damn biatch. The clothes were fine but I just stepped out to grab my towel and all of a sudden I'm sans one shower and a set of PJs. couldn't even go to another cubicle if i wanted to.

HMPH.