Screw our "superficial" friendship. Screw the "unfathomable" love I used to feel for him. Screw him. Live my precious life to the full and walk with my head held high without that dim-witted, careless prick. That's what I decided some weeks ago and I'm doing quite well without him, to be honest. I know that, according to some "acquaintances", I should have put our awkward friendship above all this, but I noticed that he doesn't even care about me anymore! For instance, I was seriously ill for a whole week, felt utterly depressed and he KNEW that, since I told him. He only asked me ONCE how I was and he did not even bother asking me whether I felt better or not! And I began rethinking about this bloody mess between the two of us and came to the conclusion that I was better off without him, anyway. The only thing he did for me was ceaselessly driving me mad or breaking my desperate heart to innumerable pieces. And, frankly, I got sick of mending my poor heart over and over again. I don't deserve this. I really don't.