It's a fucked up feeling inside where you break up with someone and think you'll continue to be friends, but you talk less and less until you're only saying a few sentences to each other per week. It's even more fucked up when you confront her about it and she hates you because you're a tad immature. Even when you've discarded all the feelings you have for her, it still stings a little bit.
Not because you like her still but because you know at this point the friendship can't really continue. I've recognized that I do have a tendency to be immature at times, but I think that's a cooping mechanism to all the shit I have to go through.
I hope that the next person I like, or god forbid love, won't discard me. It wont be an online relationship that's for sure. This time I'll get to hold her close in my arms and we can be cute and stuff.
The only thing I can do for now is move on, and that I will do very fast.
