Dear Journal,
So did I tell you that I got dumped by Greece? Yep just like that he dumps me without warning and goes on with his life. Guess I should say I am not too surprised given how stubborn I was being. But to be honest there was no way I was going to be able to marry a man, at least not in my religion. I think I took it as well as I can but this is the one place I can honestly say how much it hurt. I went pretty much most of my life being pissed off at the kid and not much a nice guy to him either but, then he reciprocated that disliking pretty well. I did things to him when he was younger that would get anyone thrown in the slammer now a days for being a sick bastard. I did things to him when he was older out of habit but I figured out long before he did that I was doing it because I wanted him. Not that I just wanted him and no one else can have him --that's bullshit--I wanted him because I yea started to fall for him.
Weird eh? I thought so too so I kept quiet about it till this one night we were having sex and I came out and said it. He hit me, told me no, said that wasn't part of what we did but he oddly gave me three dates to prove it. Well after those three days I proved it more or less and we were official you can call it? I felt pretty good about that. Now that he is gone I'm just telling people that I am fine with it, that shit happens, truth is shit like that doesn't just happen because you never expect it. I guess even I can fall victim to the capricious nature of love right?