I Was Thinking;

Of doing a series of blogs based on people I know and what I have to say about or relationships. To make it all the more fun for yourselves, I'm not going to say who's who! You'll find, or atleast I'm planning, that alot of the series will be on ex's. I'm good at being angry at ex's.

Part One-

I was spying on people through the internet yesterday, it's what I do when I get bored, and I caame across you. You actually scrub up quite well. Image is never an ussue with me, you could wear a bin bag for all I care, but I think you got the look you are going for pretty spot on. My friend, she was with me at the time, commented on your nice skin, I think you get it from your family. My point is, I say you and I got thinking.

I don't think I made the decision to end it on my own. I was influenced by alot of my friends, which is silly really because it's expected from them. Most of them can't accept anything that's not themselves. I'm not saying I didn't mean what I said, I meant all of it, I couldn't do it anymore because it wasn't working.

I don't know how you wanted me to act. I always felt like I was doing something wrong around you, you never looked cofortable. Me, I'm always looking as if I'm at home but that's because I usually am. Whenever we grabbed coffee I was at home, I'd sprawl across the sofa as if it was my own. I didn't feel like you aproved of that or me taking my shoes off all of the time. I can't be anyone else but myself.

I do miss it all. I miss the way you walk, weirdly enough, at the time I hated it, I thought you looked like an idiot! And the fact you had thinner legs than me, I didn't like that. I don't miss hugging you. I didn't hug you often enough, I should have hugged you more. What I should have doe was give it a bit more time as see how I actually felt.

You're a nice enough guy but nice isn't what a bitch is looking for. You were too subtle and you read me completely wrong, although I can't really blame you for that seeing as yoou never got a proper chance to know me.