So, I left it. I left him. It tastes bittersweet but it is freedom after all.

He asked me to make a choice. Now. Take it or leave it. I think I want none of them. What should I do? My time is running out.

Nevertheless, he always knows how to make me smile.

I've got this weird sensation that I remember him of someone else. Creepy.

Someone once told me I shouldn't think that much of other people. I'm trying to do some things they don't even know for people who don't think of me that much.

I'm just fed up.

It seems that the story of my life is repeating over and over again. Some days I wake up and I feel happy I feel like everything's perfect. But then, suddenly something happens and everything's fucked up.

I can barely remember those days when everything was perfect. If you think about it I've got nothing to complain about. But I'm just like a child… or so I've been told.

I would give anything, anything, to find my place in this life. But people just won't let me, they turn their backs when I need them the most, as if it was impossible to reach them.

I'm guessing my "No worries" rule isn't working anymore. At least with him.

Being ambiguous can sometimes make things easier. At least for a moment. Maybe things will get even worse in a few weeks but, you know? I just have one rule right now; No worries. I just can't worry about anything, ergo I can't think either.

Let's see how this works out.

Ok, it seems like I've done my choice too. We just don't belong together. I love him. I really do. But it is just impossible for us to be together. We quarrel way too much, we get angry all the time, we don't really talk to each other. And what is a relationship but communication and feelings? We have the latter. But the former is just as important and we don't have it.

I will miss you and I'm sure I will love you for a bloody long time.

I guess he's done his choice. I can't really blame him, can I?

Well, lying is always a reason to be blamed for. I know he lied, and I understand why he did it. Nevertheless, that doesn't make me feel better. It still hurts.

I still have to do my choice, with or without him. I'm afraid I may know what this decision is, but I'm just too scared to face it.

Am I a bad person for not wanting them to be friends ever again? Maybe just selfish.

But, isn't that the story of my life?