Ex's

I bet everyone who has ever blogged already has or will have a discussion on "ex's". So I'm going to knock this one out early. Not because I feel obliged to, but because Its actually a topic of discussion for me as of now.

Right, so, how do you define getting over someone? I've loved, and cruelly lost in this game. But funny thing is, I've always said, it happens. It didn't hurt me when the act of losing it happened, then why does jealousy still exist? Why do you want something thats happened and something that probably will never work and when will that wanting stop?

I know when, and even though its the most asshole-ish way of it, its probably the truth. It'll happen when that "ex" is replaced. Simple. Now, I replaced my ex, only to find out that who I replaced it with is not what I wanted. So I hurt her, and kindly asked her to fuck off. But she didn't fuck off, she insists on sticking around. So now, I'm that ex for her. Funny how the world works, aye? Now she has loved, she's lost it, but she doesn't realise it. Either that, or just not ready to accept it. Its probably the latter. So, its time to be an asshole again now, this time a bigger one. Yeah, judge me if you want, but its the only way.

Another part about this "ex" business. Giving advice. I've given someone a shit load of advice now that I should have listened myself. Am I being a hypocrite then? A part of me thinks so and iiiii fucking hate it. I feel dirty, like a whore. Ha and she's the first person to read this after I'm done writing. Incredible. But, the other part of me thinks its me giving advice after my own experiences. Maybe its me not wanting her to go through what I did.

Conclusion: Like the other billion people who have blogged ( I hate saying blog), nay, written about this, I have absolutely no fucking clue what I'm doing. And no one will. Its funny, throughout human change. Ex's will always be the same and through all its cultures and races, Ex's will always be comparable.

Ok, going on tangents again.

Adieu