Well, I talked to her today. Put on my best face, put my right foot forward, held together very good. I'm actually proud of myself, not something I can say every often, but I did it. She tired to do her normal shit, insult me, try to make me jealous, the whole nine yards but it didn't work.

I sat her down, told her why I felt like I did towards her, why I didn't want her to contact me anymore, everything they she had done to make my life hell, everything. She tried to explain why but I wouldn't hear it. I told her "Good day.", stood up, walked outside, got in my car, started it up, and left very calmly.

I did throw a bit of an anger freak out once I was home but no cutting, didn't break anything, none of that. I did have to sit down, turn off the lights, turn some music on, and calm down but, hey, that's nothing. So, even if no one else cares, I give myself a pat on the back.

So, I think I'm going to be seeing a bit of the brighter side of the world now a days. It should be a nice change of scenery.

She knows I hate her. She knows I hate her new boyfriend even more. So, for the love of what ever omnipotent figure that truely exisits in the universe, why does she incist on showing up to 'talk'? Why can't she see, whatever shread of emotion I had left for her died in the dark, cold embrase of my now withered heart?

I know she can see the scars, she can see the death with in my eyes, she knows the anger and sorrows that fills me. Is they why she keeps coming back? To torment me? I shouldn't have let her talk me out of it that night.

You know what they say... pull the trigger and the nightmare stops...