Go Fuck Yourself!

"Love is a chemical reaction."

Just a week ago, I signed onto my hotmail account, and somehow I logged into my ex-boyfriend's email. The hotmail is setup to open the first email whenever you login. The worst thing had happened... God played a trick on me because he hates me. Jason's going on a romantic trip with his new guy. First off, the guy is Spanish and if it's anyone that really know me; I get hella grossed out by hispanics. So the thought of Jason and the hispanic boy sickens me. I'm still not used to the thought of Jason and anyone else banging, and I probably never will be.

Yesterday night was one of those long night when I stay up to think about my past relationship with Jason Tong. I've done all I could possibly think of to move on, but it's never enough. We always said to each other while together or broken apart that we truly do love each other. I guess to put it to the test you really have to be apart for sometime to see if it's true. I tried to fight against true love because sometimes things aren't meant to be and I fully accept that. So in the last few months I've finally realized to let go of the last bits of hope I have for "us." It wasn't because he didn't want to be with me, but it's because we're both sick of the idea of getting back together.

Please get the fuck out of my head Jason, and go fuck yourself! Stop caring for me because I'm sick of you, and your mind games. Don't ask me how I am when I see you, and I won't bother to think of you on some nights. Don't love me anymore so I could have my peace. Let's just move on...