Turn The Channel On.

So you can take my heart
and
shove it into a blender.
Then throw in some mud.
And vodka.
And a toenail or two.

Hit the blend button.

Then spit in it.

And finally flush that nasty concoction
down the toilet.

I can't believe how much time
I utterly
WASTED
on liking him.

Fucking Burrito.

He is dating BookWork.

I am a fool.

Pitiful.
Sad.
Pathetic.
Stupid.
Idiotic.

I am not in his league, anyways.

He's ten times smarter than me.
Hell he uses words like 'Feasible' in everyday convos.

And I can barely deal with my slight dyslexia.

We're are sooo not compatible.

He's a fucking Libra anyways.

Seriously though...
Libras and Aries don't mix.

Aries and Aquarius' do though.

Glee Boy was one.

This has made me wonder...
Was my stupid little hope that Burrito liked me the only reason
I broke up with him?

God, I just can't believe I was sooooooo crazy.
To think that one time,
ONE TIME
we went to Taco Bell was
meaningful.

God, just shoot me down with a bolt of lightening now.

Let me tell you something.

Next time I see him.
I will NOT talk to him.
Unless he talks first.
And if he does I will END the convo. as
fast as possible.

He needs to be limited in my life.

I am so embarrassed.

I totally spent a good month
liking him,
and I was nothing to him.

Well, I am done.

Forget him.

Let just NOT talk about him anymore.

Please.

Klemey.