Too many entries have been dedicated to you, so in straight blog style, I'll roll with the tradition, and give you these words. But I seriously hope this is the last time I'll have to let the thoughts unravel here.

How do I feel about you now? Hatred's probably the right word, but it doesn't define it all. Yes, I hate you and your lies. I hate how you made me believe in you for so long, but most of all I hate how I was stupid enough to give you all of me, and even thinking that I had you for a second, because I never did. You made it seem like I did, and I lived in that moment for way too long, not being able to snap out of it. And now that I have, it hurts more than ever. It's scary how I never saw through it before, but I'm glad to say my brain's taking over now. But the thing is, I still care about you. I always check my msn list to see if you're online, and if there is ever a missed call, I can sit there forever wondering what it was about. Pathetic, dumb, yes indeedy.

But whatever. Thinking about this makes up the least of my day. Mum's been giving me crap almost every day. "There's no substance in your life. All you think about is having fun, living your life, you've got no responsibility.. you have no life." I hate to admit it, but she kinda has a point, and it's got me thinking, is the partying every Saturday night really all that? Is drinking, clubbing, dancing really that fun? Dancing is my passion, but every week is getting quite tiresome, and you can't please everybody. Maybe I should quiet back down, spend some Saturday nights at home, and re-prioritise. We'll see how long I stick to that.