Happy Birthday JP, here's hoping you woke up in a pool of your own vomit this morning! I've been thinking about him a bit over the past few weeks, not in a way that I miss him, I really don't. I just quite like the idea of bumping into him and him seeing I'm happy, and more to the point, so much happier without him.
I hope I don't see him. I wouldn't know what to say to him. I wouldn't want to smack him in the mouth. I wouldn't want to brag about getting a new job (oh yes, I forgot to tell you that - big promotion) and my ankle being fixed (no operation - wahoo). I just want him to know. I want him to know I'm ok and not pining after him or that he means anything to me anymore. I hope he's ok, but honestly, I'm not sure I care if he is or isn't. It's a confusing time. I don't know why I've started thinking about him again. Maybe this is moving on... I hope so!
About Me
- Pixie
- How many times have you wanted to escape to the bottom of the garden and disappear inside your imagination? Well, I've wanted to every since I started school and I doubt I was the only little girl with a fully furnished 'camp' behind the garden shed. Hence how I got the nickname Pixie, and strangely, it's followed me around for the last 20 years. Of course, every now and then even Pixies must emerge into the real world, but the real one's never stop venturing back to camp. So, here's what I've discovered on my travels so far...
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