For the first time in a month I talked to my ex and surprise I still hate his ass. Mostly when he said his new girlfriend is beloved by all his friends he was too ashamed to introduce me to. The urge to set him on fire came back to me like an old friend.

But it got me thinking, I love The Consort I truly do. I’m in that stupid giddy crave him like chocolate stage. Yet shit for brains still envokes a reaction from me. I literally want only bad things to happen to him (moderately bad). I don’t want this emotional tie to him anymore. I want to hear his name and feel nothing. Le sigh.