I’m done! And apparently, he is too. I thought I would cry rivers and I’m relieved. Not thinking about him and not crying because of useless butterflies feels good, one problem solved. Some wise loved ones told me I can’t love someone I’m not with, they were fuckin’ right. The “one” is not the “one” if he’s not with you. I told myself the sadness would be proportional to the amount of time i’ve spent with him, so it only lasted a few hours. It’s his choice to keep on living this way if he’s happy, I ‘m no one to tell people what they should do. At least, he had a good influence on me, I reconciled with the best friend I was mad at. And I’m not even considering moving to London anymore.

Anyway, this week, I went to my cousin’s funerals with my mom. Seeing his kids and wife made me realise i am nothing, and I am nothing without loved ones. I’ll mis him but if I could be half the person he was, I’d be fucking satisfied.

Saw Hole tonight, it was brilliant but the audience was pure shit. I missed Awful which is one of my favorite song…. If the world is so wrong, then you can take it on with one song…