I am home alone on the night I was supposed to be with my so-called boyfriend to watch a match.

Is it true that we cause ourselves more pain than third parties? Maybe we do like pain and experimenting it makes us feel alive.

Though, I am done with it. Thinking, looking, stalking, following... OVER. I said I was good, and I meant it. I said I realised it was a good idea for us not to be together, and I meant it. I said I thought couples should face the problems together, and I meant it. So if it's fair enough, I'll just get over it.

'Cause my friends are right, life's too short to be sad for a guy that it's just not worth it. I need to go out, take some fresh air, enjoy life as a single girl, be with my friends and decide what I want to do with my life with no one to tell me or force or influence me whatsoever.

I am lucky enough to have people, family, friends, boys that LOVE me. People who is willing to spend their time, their days, their nights with me and just because one single person that isn't even mature or has an stable mind doesn't I CAN'T be down.

And so I am not. I am a new girl, a girl that learns from her mistakes, a girl that realises how lucky she is and a girl who is longing for a new tomorrow to begin and meet new people, new places, new traditions, new friends and, eventually, a new girl that will be ready for a new love.

And that girl is now me.