A post that won't piss off Ryan

So, lately, I have been able to completely count on the fact that every time I post something to my journal I will, without doubt, get an angry call from a certain boy from the other end of the building who happens to be my ex boyfriend...

Truthfully Ryan, I still don't hate you... I still mean every word I said the night we broke up. No one can be such a part of someones life for three months and not have a lasting effect that will change their life- if even at least tempoarily. There were good times- mostly the ones that didn't involve other people. Times when yes, I'll admit even now, you were rather sweet to me. I would be lying if I said I didn't walk by your window (which I have to do every day more than once) and wonder what you've been up to, if you're happy..... who replaced me as the one who sees through the facade... the hard shell if you will. I can't say I don't miss you calling and just saying hey... its me... where are you? And I can't say that the AIDA soundtrack will ever be quite the same to me or smelling the scent of your car air freshner won't make me sigh. Those times are gone now and its probably for the best at this point. So..... feel good about yourself... gloat if you want... feel like you're better than me... whatever. I'm big enough to admit my feelings though... You'll have a place somewhere in my heart. Not saying that I ever think that we would be right together again or that I still want that- just that you did leave your mark on me good and bad. Yeah. I'm still QUITE bitter about many things, as I'm sure you are, and its apparent from your phone calls. I just wanted to set the record straight- as straight as I can get anyway. So... next time you call me, you can start with How are you, and we can go from there.

Ciao
Robbie.