4:38 P.M.
I looked through the caller ID on my parents phone and saw a familiar name.
I was shocked.
It was like a cold-water droplet on my face.
No, that wasn't shock, it was a teardrop.
He called while I was out with Kitty.
I am telling myself that I DON'T CARE WHAT HE'S UP TO...
He's just an asshole. An ignorant asshole.
Why would he call me anyway?
I have nothing to say anymore.
Everything is so perfect in my life without him.
It's been well over a year, and I'm not looking back.
I'm not looking back, and I'm actually hoping that he doesn't call back...
He has no place left in my cold, cold heart.
I put on my game face; imagine myself in another place...
I don't want to compromise, I just close my eyes, and walk away from all of his bold face lies...
I suddenly feel so gross. I only wish I could have let go when he needed me the most..
Choosing not to see what he wanted me to see.. Just letting go, the way he had done to me�
F*cking red neck asshole!
