I Hate Anniversaries

Before I go on, I better explain some stuff. I have memorized the dates, times, and things of the worst days of my life. I could name the top five off of my head if you want me to. But I'm not going to, or at least I'm not going to know.

Another thing to explain. I fell in love (or at least I thought I did) on April 5th, 2010. My heart got broken for the first time on June 3rd, 2010. But it wasn't major. Not as much as October 25th, 2010.

What happend on October 25th? What happend on June 3rd? Well, I'll answer those now.

June 3rd, the guy I used to be in love with (or at least I thought is was love), figured out that I liked him. He didn't know how much. He told all of his friends, and I became a laughing stock. It was terrible.

But after he humliated me, insulted me, and messed me up, I still was in love with him. And that annoyed the hell out of me. I couldn't get over him.

On October 25th of last year at 8:40 am, it went around the school that he was dating someone. Adda. Adda is perfect, and is so fake, she makes Barbie jealous. She has had lots of boyfriends, and Gavin has dated other girls. But this stung. Because those other times, he didn't know how much I cared about him. This time, he did. And he choose her anyway.

When Shannon told me, I did not cry. I did not cry untill about four months later, when I caught them kissing in the hallway. January 13th, 2011. And it felt good to cry.

I still wasn't over him. It took a while to fix myself. It took a very long time. But I got over him. I am over him. I will not miss him. But he's still a slap in the face. What he did to me hurt me. More than I care to admit. Not one day has gone by when I haven't thought about him. And what happend. But I will not miss him.

I won't allow myself to miss him.