RIP

I'm going to Comic-con tomorrow. It looks like I'll be going alone, even though the boy and I have been planning to go together for about 6 months. Asshole. I haven't heard from him since Wednesday, when he sent a text that said 'I'll call you tomorrow'. Never did. I guess it is to be expected, but I'm a fucking idiot, so these things happen. I've actually seen him with my eyeballs once during the month of July, so that, plus, his wealth of lies, plus his lack of communication have pushed me to the precipice of lumping him with the list of those that are dead to me. Plus, I'm moving soon, so there will be no unexpected visits. Deletion from the phone and facebook, along with any mutual friends or family. Erasure.

RIP, yet another douchebag who loves to lie to me and string me along as if I don't matter and don't have feelings. Another one bites the dust. And now it's back to square one, except that I have to go to this convention tomorrow, and I know I'll be spending the whole day wishing we were there together, and remembering how unimportant I am in his life. And hoping I don't run into him. Ever.

I'll also need to expunge all the object that are in my house that are reminders of him, but lucky me, I'm moving soon, so it shouldn't be too difficult. At least not in terms of hard work. I hate how these things are so debilitating to my life. Maybe not as much as it use to be, but still difficult to deal with. Especially since I sit on my couch all day and have plenty of time to not work and think about how wrong my life is. And wallow. Blech, I hate this. I'm already tired of myself, and I haven't really started this whole ugly extraction process. So all I have is this: RIP.