Three Weeks Down....

It's been three weeks since I talked to him last and that was text (but for my purposes that still counts). Does he miss me? I wonder. I can't do that though. That's pointless. My twenty-three year old self is over him. Lol. If only that were true. It will be though.

It has to be.

I put so much thought, time and energy into something that was headed nowhere. It makes me sick to even think of it.

Now I have to stop talking about him. I talk about him all the time. I probably mention his name fifteen times a day. I'm not talking tohim but talking about him is counterproductive. He just fits so well into every story I tell. Get a life Alissa. I hate that I wonder if he evvvvver thinks about me.

I never responded to his FB message. Sadly enough it is still sitting in my inbox. I don't have the heart to delete it. Ugh. I need to. I deleted him as a friend though. Is it so wrong to keep his "we're not friends" message in my FB inbox? Yes. It is very wrong. Lol.

I've got to stop talking about this boy. I need a rubberband I can wear around my wrist and snap really hard every time I mention his name.

I'm distracted so this post probably makes no sense. I've just been thinking about him HARD all weekend -- what could've, would've, might've, should've been. I'm wondering where he is, what he is doing and does he care at all?

Sixty day hetox. I'm doing great so far (I haven't contacted him at all!! Wow!). I deserve some sort of medal at this stage...a plaque at least.