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Someone left a rude comment on my Livejournal anonymously this afternoon. I tracked the IP address and it lead to Kitchener, ON. Well then, that’s obvious. No one else in Kitchener would bother writing something like that, other than you. Seriously? Like I was partially amused by it because it means I’m still important enough to be in your life, but a part of me was stunned that you would even write something like that. Low blow.

I texted you “Please leave me alone.” because like I said in the last post, if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say it. I don’t know why you constantly feel the need to ruin me or make me miserable. I’m trying to run away from the past and here you are— a constant reminder, and I think that’s what your intention is.

You know, I still care about you, a ridiculous amount. Or at least I thought I did. Your reply to my text: “Deleted your number. Promise I won’t text you again. Have a WONDERFUL life.” — OUCH. I still care about you enough to want to be friends with you in the future after we’ve given it more time apart, but I guess you’re gone for good now.

It really hurts just thinking about all this. Obviously I’m not the same person anymore, but neither are you. At all. The guy I’ve grown to love and care about is gone. I don’t know who you are anymore and I don’t care to find out.