two hundred-thirty sixth.

dear (k)you,

frankly, i don't know what i am going to write about today. i just thought i should. 

it's school time again, which means, the little boy will start bothering me again. but i really meant it when i said i do not want to be bothered by him anymore. that i am over him. 

i think my whole fascination with him is that, basically, he's the only choice. he's pretty much the only guy who makes it to my standards. standards, which i may add, aren't really that high anyway. there are lots of guys out there who are far better than him. i just need to find them.

but i need to find them fast. because i can't keep hurting myself because of him. he's not worth that.

i'm worth more than him.

i just wish he'd know that. i wish i could show him to his face that i have moved on. because he's so full of himself.