two hundred-sixty second.

dear (k)you,

honestly i really don't know what to write about right now. prolly the first entry since the past few months that wouldn't be about the foreigner. funny thing that he actually faded just like that. guess it was bound to happen anyway.

anyway. back to the "issue at hand". guess i'm just being paranoid and hormonal. i know i shouldn't be like that. if the two of them are being secretive and absolutely not makin any effort to hide it, i should just effin let them. i really don't care that much. guess i'm just being a little sad since i had this familiarity with both of them, and well, both of them bailed on me.

i'm just glad in a few months, i could move on with my life. and well, helping out here and there is helping me too (to the philantrophist, yes im looking at you) 

it's true about what they said about writing your feelings. it helps. so yeah. i'm gonna do my own thing. you two go do your own thing :)

ps: fuck you.