I miss his stupid face, and I hate myself for it. I've tried severing all ties, but I still find myself going back. Tormenting myself, basically. It's masochistic. And it sucks to know he doesn't care at all. I'm sure he wastes no time thinking of me. At. All. Even though there are some good memories, I find myself wishing, now more than ever, that we'd never been friends. I wish I could be thankful for him today, but in reality, I'm resentful. Resentful that it was so easy for him to let go and not look back.