It's been a while

Part of me wishes I would never see your face again, 

And the other part just wants you back in my arms, cuddling me like you cared.

It's silly, really.

Being brutally dumped in one of the most romantic cities in the world, fittingly with none of your closest friends around to protect your completely massacred heart, and I'm alone and snuggleless, just in time for winter.

It's times like this when I believe there truly is a God, who hates the fuck out of me. 

So the point of this? Well, hate to disappoint but there isn't one.
I'm beginning, or continuing depending on how you see it, to not give a fuck about anything. 

I'm doing well in one thing I hope to achieve in life, I'm failing maths, I'm still having trouble deciphering the hidden meaning to English assessment notifications, I still fail to make time for my most beloved best friends, my mother befits the definition of menopause, my father is completely passive aggressive, much like me, I'm still a terrible speller, my sister suffers constant PMS-syndrome, I'm nursing a broken heart, and blah, this list is getting so boring I can't handle finishin