I Don't Care...and That is Good

Last night i woke up and peeked at my phone. "1 New Message." Splendid. Not so much...because this message happened to have some very nasty words in it. Actually just two...

"Fuck off"

And honestly, considering who it was from...2 years ago, i would have been in a frenzy about it. i would have freaked out. i would have texted back. i would have called all of our mutual friends to see what i had done to piss him off. because obviously, it was my fault.

but no...not now. it really doesn't matter. things are so hot and cold between us anyway. one minute i'm the best friend. then i'm not needed. and then, like last night, i'm hated. but let me tell you, it is a joy to be able to text my best friend and say, "____ texted me last night to say, 'Fuck off' Lol." to laugh about it. to be free of it. and him. to not worry.

okay. work. i need to train people, who are around my parents age, what a blog is and how to use it. it should be fun.