It's Over
Thursday, August 20, 2009
9:59 AM
Dear Flu,
Listen baby, I've been thinking alot, and I feel that we just aren't right for each other.
But indeed, I've grown stronger since our little stint together, and I appreciate
all the attention and care you gave me.
I will never forget our passionate nights, cause when you were on me, oh boy!
I felt like I was really fucked.
And yes, despite all that, I think it's time we moved on. I mean, while typing this
shit to you, I already dropped my phone 2 times. And it's really spooky that
you're possessive, because when you're with me, I'm not even allowed to visit my friends, it's
like you're grounding me, and I don't like that baby, cause I need my life back.
But you know what, I realised I should let go when I felt that you were becoming my drug, like
I couldn't think straight with you around, and no matter how I tried to shake you off, you stuck onto me like glue, and I think it's about time I got some breathing space. I hope
you won't take it to heart, and I hope you'll come back to visit, whenever I have too much pressure in school, so I can take a couple of days off just to be with you.
And when I go back there, I might just introduce you to the nice lecturers and friends I have.
Love,
FuckenBen
