my liberation...

Oh well, here it is, my single phase…
Personally I never imagined much of being where I am, I’m quite surprised myself, but it doesn’t matter… I lost nothing and I’m not feeling lost either.
Wasted 3 long years with the bastard, endured the emotional stress of long distance relationships, swallowed my depressions, and kept the “I miss yous” to myself. Even worse, I turned down such good people I came across.
I had to act normal about it, I had to pretend I was happy, knowing that in the end all those promises (lies) he made will be fulfilled, for what?
But the worst thing he did was the very pathetic lie he made up just to avoid me, he should’ve just faced me and said it to my face, this proves he wasn’t man enough to say it. So what does he do?
He tells me about his “big accident” and how he is in “hospital”. If he only stopped to think for a second that that excuse wouldn’t be such a good idea to tell a girl whose own father hasn’t walked a step for 11 years for the same reason.
He got me worried for sometime, but then again, the whole plot proves him stupid, I seen his car plus people talk in Oman, how sad was he to forget that Omanis know everything about everybody else?
So I leave him, 3 years can fuck off. And oh, it feels so good, a large load off my back.

Mr, you aren’t only ignorant, you are pathetic, I pity you. And I just want to see you one more time, so I could spit on your face and laugh at you. And by the way, the new guy I met… was standing right beside your car that night.

ORANGE JUICE AND CIGARRETTES!!!
Liberation at last.