Hello. It's been a while. Me? Well, I'm just doing as well as I'm able.

What's the news, you ask? Not much, it's just we broke up. We stopped talking, and neither party did anything to fix it. I tried to talk to him, but still got the same response. And then one night he supposedly sent me a text, but I didn't get it. When told him this, he said he doesn't care and proceeded to cursing me, as usual. So, yeah, that's it basically--same old, same old.

What's different this time, though, is he has now finally removed his relationship status on Facebook. He usually keeps it whenever we fight, but this time he actually removed it. Closure, perhaps?

As much as I hate to admit, it still affected me. I felt nauseous and anxious and sad and scared all at once. This is really it: I'm not part of his life anymore. One day, I will see him with another woman, and he will be sweet and kind to her. He will respect her and treat her nicely, like she deserves.

Because I didn't. I didn't deserve nice and respectable treatment.

Damn it, I hate fucking hate myself.