A fortnight.

It's been 2 weeks since what you call the breakup. Weird huh?

It's not that I'm missing him in a way that I want us to be together again. No. Absolutely nothing like that. I miss him but I don't want him. In a weird psychotic way. I don't know. For every Mondays I will always remember that it was a Monday that day that we broken up. No matter how much I want to forget it, I will always remember it. For some reason I always remember the things I want to forget. Is that a sign maybe? I don't know.

Another post today. I just felt like blogging.

I'm out.
adios ;xo