the world's best break-up

actually. it may not even be considered a break-up, but more of just a good-bye. the break-up per se is more of a mess. because now i have spent more time thinking about (ie. dwelling on) it, and it pisses me off to high heavens how much of a jerk he is.

we parted ways more than civilly enough. it was a good-bye with no hard feelings. things happen, circumstances change, people move away. we just grin and bear it. i did. he did. everything is rosey. we both think that we won't see each other for quite some time. he believes he won't see me until - well, he said when he was bald and gray. fair enough.

call it female intuition, but i had a feeling i will be returning to the land of fog soon enough. and i let him know that.

he rejects the idea.

on the basis that he thinks i'm going back FOR HIM.

GIVE.
ME.
A.
BREAK.

life is not all about YOU, mister. truth be told, you would be the last person on earth to find out whether or not i return to that miserable city i left you in. that's what i thought, a few months back when you made me an emotional wreck. as you are doing AGAIN. and may i say, for the last time.

super inday take no shit from no man. no way.

so, take your stupid opinions and shove them up your arse. because it's time i do things my way. for the betterment of myself.

i'm not out to save the world. and least of all, you. it may have happened once, but you just got lucky. trust me, honey. it ain't happening again. especially after all that shit you put me through. not on your life.

you can bet on that. or my name isn't super inday.