It's been six months since us.

It's been that long since you called me yours and held me in your arms as your property. It's been six months since I left you, six months since the last time I let myself get upset over you not calling, or you not being there for me. Six months since you let me down, and I let myself down too.

And you can pretend all you want it was my fault.

But I'm not sorry.

I'm not sorry I left, and I'm not sorry about the things I said. I really do think you have some soul searching to do, to find yourself, to not be such an arrogant asshole and think you have this amazing presence. Because your just like me.

Maybe even worse off.

I've always been a friend. I've always called, I've always been there, and admittedly, I didn't make it easy for us to just end it, and I've dissapointed you too. But I  haven't lied to you.

And you've lied to me.

So say what you want; say I haven't changed in those six months. Say I'm no different than I was yesterday. I don't know what radical change you were looking for in six mere months, 182 days, 4,368 hours.

Maybe it's not apparent to you, but I am different.

I'll never let anyone treat me like you did ever again, I have more respect for myself. I'm more reserved in my words, knowing spouting them like a fountain can hurt me like you did with them.

And I'm me again. I'm young and I'm happy, and most of all I love myself.

Which is more than you could ever say for yourself.

You know what?

School is sucky. I miss my baby. I don't see him around to much, although I get to pick him up in the mornings which is good. I feel so wierd inside though, I love him so much, I really do, but it sucks because I know he's leaving soon and I just want to move on. Like I just want things to be over, him to just get rid of me so I can get over it, because the longer it goes on the closer I know it is to him going to college and me being stuck here. If he just said he hated me everything would be better. If he treated me horribly, everything would be ok. But the irony is...he'll never treat me bad, and he'll never say he hates me, and every day I'll think about why I've never been happier.

And wonder how I'll ever be happy again.