Oh well.

Dear diary, He called me yesterday. I haven’t spoken to him in days, actually he hadn’t checked on me since my dramatic exit the other night. I didn’t answer his call, I’m so over this crap. He texts to ask me what’s wrong, I think he should already know. Guess I don’t know him as well as I think I do. I ignore him. It takes a lot of effort, believe me. He goes on to apologize for whatever, but it falls on deaf ears. His apologies don’t remove the dull ache that I feel whenever he crosses my mind, and whenever I hear his name.