My Random Crap

Happy Birthday To Me....

So my birthday, as I write this, is in two hours.

And I was out shopping, celebrating with my friends and then I got home, and in between all of my notifications, there's a text from my technical ex.

And.....he told me he still kind of liked me.

And some people would e jumping for joy and celebrating and so happy.

But I'm not.

I was finally moving on, finally getting over him, I even started having feelings for someone new. But he came and had to just rip me apart as soon as I started to build myself up again.

Don't hate him, it was my fault we separated.

My friends tell me it wasn't my fault, I was right to cut him off, we both changed over the summer, and by August I felt like we had grown apart. So I cut it off, still having feelings for him.

So it hurt to see him flirt with my friends.

It hurt to get a random text telling me things about the new girls he likes.

It hurt that he suddenly now wants to have conversations and try and get to know me better.

Everything about it hurts.

But I was finally starting to give up. I was so done with him, and now....now this.

So yeah....happy birthday to me.