I read somewhere that if you learn to not care about someone at all, not HATE them but sincerely not give a shit anymore, you are truly over him.
And yeah, okay, I haven't reached that stage just yet. There's no point lying about it. But I don't want to talk to him as much as before, and I don't feel bad anymore. Like I genuinely felt empty when we didn't talk for a day. Maybe that's just my hunger talking. Hm. I DID just eat. But that wouldn't explain the pre-Ramadhan reactions I had.
Personally, I am sick about writing about Poopiehead. He is not worth this much internet space.
I am going to go eat now.
Peace out
Queen-ster.
PS. Monkey got a haircut and I kinda like it even though it looks funny.
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