It's quite interesting when you've broken up with someone. You just let them deal with their own things and basically ignore them, and they decide to message you yet another "last time" the "final goodbye" and they tell you "I don't hate you, but I feel sorry for you" sort of thing. Actually, it's half irritating and half funny, which may sound mean or sad, but it's the truth. You really thought I was going to come back begging for your forgiveness and love? Oh, stop. And he added that he found "someone that is good to him." GREAT! It honestly is what you needed! That I am happy about. Leave me alone and get over it, please?
Bah, I do sound harsh and mad, I guess, or maybe I don't, but I'm just tired. Tired of these flip floppy messages. Please just deal with your own life and enjoy it instead of waiting for that "special" email from me. I've sent enough messages to tell you that I am finished with you in several different ways. I have my own life to worry about.

On another note, Hannah and I just got back from our week long, MJ-related, road trip between Arizona, Nevada and California. It was pretty fun!! I admit I had my down moments, but my brain can be such an irritating thing, I tell ya. All I can say is that it is more fun looking at the world and its beauty rather than the awful things that exist. It's great when so many things can make you think more deeply, especially about God and humanity.