And I wonder if I ever crossed your mind.

It’s amazing how much difference a few weeks make.

What I thought I felt has completely been dissolved into mere memories toppled off with bad feelings of ‘What-the-fuck-was-I-thinking?’

It’s funny, though. The difference between the actual event and the presumed one is greatly vast.

It’s really crazy the feelings that run through my nerves when I think back on what I used to feel, as opposed to the revulsion that courses through my veins now.

And he is so full of shit, it makes me wonder whether I was thinking with my ass a month ago.

It’s hilarious. I can’t help but laugh. A month ago, I would’ve been blogging about how sweet he was when he said this and blah, blah, blah…

Now, I read everything he says and I roll my eyes and/or think ‘Yeah, fucking right.’ in acid tones.

I don’t think he realises that the moment he did what he did, I lost all trust in him. I don’t even respond to his ‘nicknames’ anymore. I tried telling him last night, but I don’t think he got it.

I honestly don’t know how he gets the gall to pretend that everything’s really okay. Guys are so fucking clueless.

The best part about all this, though, is that I don’t really wanna stop talking to him. I think, mainly, because I don’t have much else to do. At least, for now.

We’ll see again, I guess.

For now, it’s still nice to have someone think I’m that awesome.

I am turning into such a bitch. =/