If anyone asks I tell them we both just moved on,
When people all stare, I pretend that I don't hear them talk.
Whenever I see you, I swallow my pride, and bite my tongue.
Pretend I'm okay with it all, act like there's nothing wrong.
Is it over yet; can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets;
Is this what it feels like to really cry?
If anyones asks I tell them we just grew apart.
What do I care, if they believe me or not?
Whenever I feel your memory is breaking my heart,
I pretend I'm okay with it all, act like there's nothing wrong.
I'm talking in circles, I'm lying way low,
Why won't this just stop or wait.
Is it over yet; can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets;
Is this what it feels like to really cry?
Showing posts with label the ex-files. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the ex-files. Show all posts
Friday, February 20, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Return of the Ex
Why do ex-boyfriends insist on contacting their ex-girlfriends?
I don't think I can name one self-respecting female I know who would voluntarily contact any of her ex-boyfriends just to, "Say hi!" No, we have much more dignity, and have learned to leave the past, in the past, where it fucking belongs!
Quite a few of my ex-boyfriends have attempted to stay in contact with me after we broke up. To cut them some slack, I do understand the mentality; you spend a lot of time with someone, are very close, and then are expected to cut off all contact?
But at the same time, I say, Yes, you are expected to cut off all contact! We didn't work out. You need to not exist.
I think part of the reason why females cannot stay in contact with their exes is because we are unable to detach ourselves from the situation, whereas men can. It's the same with how women cannot seperate love and sex, whereas men can, and therefore some become nothing more than revolving doors of females in their bed. This isn't a bad thing; it's the truth.
So as I ponder how to send my exes the message that I want them all out of my life, I also stress the fact that I am not a bitch for wanting this. Because after all, as Samantha says, Women are for friends, men are for fucking.
I don't think I can name one self-respecting female I know who would voluntarily contact any of her ex-boyfriends just to, "Say hi!" No, we have much more dignity, and have learned to leave the past, in the past, where it fucking belongs!
Quite a few of my ex-boyfriends have attempted to stay in contact with me after we broke up. To cut them some slack, I do understand the mentality; you spend a lot of time with someone, are very close, and then are expected to cut off all contact?
But at the same time, I say, Yes, you are expected to cut off all contact! We didn't work out. You need to not exist.
I think part of the reason why females cannot stay in contact with their exes is because we are unable to detach ourselves from the situation, whereas men can. It's the same with how women cannot seperate love and sex, whereas men can, and therefore some become nothing more than revolving doors of females in their bed. This isn't a bad thing; it's the truth.
So as I ponder how to send my exes the message that I want them all out of my life, I also stress the fact that I am not a bitch for wanting this. Because after all, as Samantha says, Women are for friends, men are for fucking.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
With Every Heartbeat
I got a message on Facebook from an ex-boyfriend of mine.
We dated when I lived in Ottawa. We started dating when I was in grade 10, and he was in grade 11. (To be fair, this is not to send the message that I was an awesome player, dating older guys. I went to an arts high school. The ratio of females-to-males was 7-1. That is, for every seven girls, there was one guy. And many of them were gay, so it was more like 9-1. Sad odds.)
When I moved to London, halfway through grade 11, we obviously broke up. At first, I didn't want to, but then I realized something; I hated him.
He was rude, inconsiderate, immature and one of the most selfish people I've ever met (it didn't help that he was an only child). He wasn't that good looking either...
The message:
Hi! Call me weak but once and a while [awhile] I think about you and no matter how bad of a parting we had I think its [it's] nice to say hi ONCE every few years or so haha. I just think its [it's] kind of weird to be close to someone for a pretty long time and then just NEVER talk to them again. I think I did email you a few months ago and never got anything back. [never got said email] It doesn't really matter to me if you don't send anything back. But I'm a good man [or so you/your parents would like to believe], and it REALLY wouldn't hurt you just to say hi once and a while! [sounds like it DOES matter...] Either way as far as I can remember the ORIGINAL reason we broke up was because you moved to London. [um, no. It was in fact NOT.] I didn't like drive through your parents living room window or something haha. [okay, no, I'll give you that, but you did some other shitty stuff]
The next part is all about him, how he's in fourth year at Concordia, and got even fatter and uglier than before (alright, that last part is a lie).
And the end:
So... anyways I really don't know what you think about me [I still think you're a loser] but like I say [said] I don't really have anything against you and I just thought it wouldn't hurt just to say hi. Let me know how you're doing if you choose! Take care of yourself!
I sent the message to my friend. He pointed out all of the emphasis he placed on certain things, basically making me out to be the bad guy.
Why do ex-boyfriends have to come back into your life? Why can't they all be sent onto a deserted island, where they have to rot and think about all the shitty things they did to you, and then feel reallyreally bad?
I think I'm going to take my sweet time in responding, and make him sweat...
We dated when I lived in Ottawa. We started dating when I was in grade 10, and he was in grade 11. (To be fair, this is not to send the message that I was an awesome player, dating older guys. I went to an arts high school. The ratio of females-to-males was 7-1. That is, for every seven girls, there was one guy. And many of them were gay, so it was more like 9-1. Sad odds.)
When I moved to London, halfway through grade 11, we obviously broke up. At first, I didn't want to, but then I realized something; I hated him.
He was rude, inconsiderate, immature and one of the most selfish people I've ever met (it didn't help that he was an only child). He wasn't that good looking either...
The message:
Hi! Call me weak but once and a while [awhile] I think about you and no matter how bad of a parting we had I think its [it's] nice to say hi ONCE every few years or so haha. I just think its [it's] kind of weird to be close to someone for a pretty long time and then just NEVER talk to them again. I think I did email you a few months ago and never got anything back. [never got said email] It doesn't really matter to me if you don't send anything back. But I'm a good man [or so you/your parents would like to believe], and it REALLY wouldn't hurt you just to say hi once and a while! [sounds like it DOES matter...] Either way as far as I can remember the ORIGINAL reason we broke up was because you moved to London. [um, no. It was in fact NOT.] I didn't like drive through your parents living room window or something haha. [okay, no, I'll give you that, but you did some other shitty stuff]
The next part is all about him, how he's in fourth year at Concordia, and got even fatter and uglier than before (alright, that last part is a lie).
And the end:
So... anyways I really don't know what you think about me [I still think you're a loser] but like I say [said] I don't really have anything against you and I just thought it wouldn't hurt just to say hi. Let me know how you're doing if you choose! Take care of yourself!
I sent the message to my friend. He pointed out all of the emphasis he placed on certain things, basically making me out to be the bad guy.
Why do ex-boyfriends have to come back into your life? Why can't they all be sent onto a deserted island, where they have to rot and think about all the shitty things they did to you, and then feel reallyreally bad?
I think I'm going to take my sweet time in responding, and make him sweat...
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