Dear Diary

My glass house just got shattered. I apologize for what I did (invasion of privacy and all) but I just couldn’t resist. People keep going on and on about they see in your phone but I have been disciplined thus far not to look but today I did – for this I an sorry. But I guess this might just be all I need to gradually get the deluded images I have about you and me - who you are and who I am to you – out of my head.

I realize you have about 5 leading ladies in your life – don’t need to mention names here cos you already know. And like I said on Thursday, you sample women like fine wine and I honestly wish and pray you find what you’re looking for – if you haven’t already.

At home last night and I replayed our conversion and there was no indication from anything you said that we were going to try and work from a new angle – ‘I will grieve us at my own time’ ‘I wanted it to work’ ‘It … that something this good has to end’ ‘I’ll always love you’ – this all sound like parting shots to me. Like I said, I gave you an exit and you took.

About us being friends, I don’t even know how that’s going to happen. We came from being friends to this and now I’m supposed to walk backwards. You’re the expert but I haven’t mastered that art form, give me a couple of years and I just might be able to pull of your attitude.

Maybe the truth was I was always just your friend and to me you were more so I can’t really hold it against you. I blame myself for wanting/expecting as much as I did from you, always begging to give a damn about me and stuff that matter to me. These things are supposed to come naturally but they didn’t.

You actually borrowed money from me to send to your latest flavor! I’m not terribly upset but it just shows me once more how much she means to you considering our not too long ago argument on this (I mean my argument). Like the write-up about me says, I am the go to girl around here – the sweet, gullible girl who never says no.

I think a text you sent applies aptly to what is going on – you want something and when you eventually get it, you don’t want it anymore. The thing I feared the most has befallen me – I shy away from anything that would hurt me but I ran smack into this time but hey, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger right?

There are a lot of things I want to say but to transfer it from the lump in my chest to paper is proving difficult and I just might regret as lot of them afterwards seeing we have to work together and all. I guess we were bought right about shitting where you eat, it might just get ugly.

I thought we would be like friends forever, cos I really enjoyed us being friends and ll that’s tarnished now – I really regret kissing you last year October – things were just peachy as it was back then. Who knows what the future holds, maybe we might be able to pull it off.

Summary of all my blabs is I’m truly hurt and heartbroken and right now finding it hard to breathe past the constriction in my chest and fighting back tears. But I think I’ll be fine. Walked down this road before and survived. Like you’ve said in the past - learn the lessons and move on – I will try to do just that.