My best friend was just starting to get along with her ex, who she wants to remain close friends with. Being the complete child he is, he “deletes” her from facebook for no apparent reason. Interesting.

Apparently, He heard a rumor she had slept with one of his best friends. I tell him, “noo! This is utterly ridiculous!”

So I tell her why he is apparently angry. She calls me sobbing.

“I didn’t want to tell you… because he was your ex!”

I laughed. Honestly? She slept with her ex’s BEST friend, who is also my ex boy friend. Now, granted, I greatly dislike this particular ex boyfriend. I feel like he lucked out having gotten to sleep with her!

But honestly, the stuff that happens these days, could be a movie.

Sometime I wish they’d all go back to fucking highschool. *sigh*

So last night, around 10pm, my ex boyfriend gives me a call. This was very weird. We haven’t spoken on the phone since he called me to apologize for screaming at me, calling me a slut, and saying he never wanted to talk to me again two weeks earlier. That was about three months ago. We text occasionally, but really he is too busy to really hold a conversation with me and I don’t care enough to put the effort into being friends anymore.

But last night, I get a phone call, and it’s him, and it was surreal. We dated for about a year and a half or so, maybe a little less, and it was a pretty intense relationship. Really strong feelings. I have a really hard time getting over all of it, but I did, and I’m good now. But each time he comes back, it’s weird.

I guess when you learn to live without something for so long, when it comes back, it screws you up regardless of how you actually feel about it. I had a hard time getting to sleep last night.

But the conversation was interesting. I asked him what all was new, and he preceded to tell me “I’m single. That’s about it.” Which, I knew already since he had texted me earlier that month informing me of his breaking up with his girlfriend, who I lovingly refer to as HB (Hoe Beast). It’s true, I hate her with a passion. Bitch stabbed me in the back. Whatever, it’s all good.  I didn’t really care why they broke up, but I was curious. Apparently “the feelings we no longer there.” Hmm, this rang a bell, pretty sure that’s that DH (Dunder Head aka Justin, my other ex) told me. Of course, he cheated on me, and that’s why he broke up with me. meh.

Then my ex, we’ll call him DB, asks me how things are with “What’s his name” who is my new boyfriend, who I have been dating 5 months tomorrow! eeee! =D Sorry, exceptionally girly moment there.

It was awkward because for some odd reason, I don’t feel very comfortable talking about my new boyfriend with my old boyfriend. He was persistent though, wanted to know what all had changed, if anything was new. When I said I didn’t understand, or that nothing was really new, he replied with the sarcastic “yeeeaaaaah,” like he didn’t believe me. I’m assuming he wanted to know what all we had done sexually, if we were getting serious, etc. He wanted to know if I was happy. I politely replied that I didn’t want to talk about that and that we are quite happy. Then I played things down a bit to end all the questioning.

I thought it would be a bad idea to mention that I’m on BC now, that I plan on sticking with this new relationship as long as possible, and that I am in love. Oh, and that he is dayum good. teehee

I’d just rather lie, and avoid these subjects. I don’t need him thinking any less of me. Not that I care so much, since  he hates my party habits, but I don’t like when people think less of me, not him imparticular.

Other than that, the conversation was normal and friendly. He always throws those weird comments that make me wonder about if he is over me or not. Srsly. I’m over him. I have a few unresolved personal issues with it, but really, I am over it.

The surreal part was the fact that he feels like a thing of the past. It was like talking to a dead person on the phone. I still remembered his voice, and that was bizarre. I guess it’s one of those things you never forget.

-sigh- alright, sorry, that uber-personal and not interesting at all. Just something I needed to talk about so I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Thought it might be best that I don’t discuss it with my boyfriend.

Hmm, I feel like consoling myself with a big cheeseburger from Micky D’s. Mmmm tasty.

I’ve been such a bad girl, neglecting to update at all! The other day I was going to, but I couldn’t get into my page. I know, excuses, excuses. Well here is a fun little quote I found: “What would we attempt to do if we knew we could not fail?”

Sorry, I know, space filler. But I really like that quote.

And another quote struck me today: “The silence is peaceful, yet loaded with sorrow.”

You can end something, and it might be better to never speak again, but regardless–it hurts. And it doesn’t go away.

Excuse my bit of drama. I’m happy, yet I’m sad. So confusing. ah well, so it goes.

My next post will be better. I actually have a few things to talk about, but I’m too tired to write right now.