Um adeus

A pedido das massas, que é como quem diz, houve um gaijo que falou nisso uma vez, assim ao calhas. Vou passar a escrever isto em inglês. Até que bata a saudade e volte a madre lingua.

So...
It's over. Relieved? Yes... Ashamed to say it? not at all.
No change! How can I deal with the not knowing? She still thinks it's fine, and she put a dagger through my chest that weekend telling me so.
I can't bear to take pain from someone that, obviously, can so easily get over me. Apologies are nice. But not when they become a habbit. No effort to avoid them.
So I guess, for the both of us, the best is to move on. I'll eventualy stop caring, and wondering. And she can go back to whatever she wants. It will no longer be my burden to care and fix, someone that doesn't want to be helped. "You can lead a horse to the water, but you can't make it drink"
I lead this horse to the water, she's not thirsty. ahahaha
Ho well, at least we got some fun out of it.
Specialy her, and all the bullshit she still brags about in NZ. And how wonderfull London is... as if I don't know...
Well, it's my fault to let her mistake kindness for weekness. Time to stand my ground.
It's done, over. End. And bag it, cause it's trash.
Bye...
It hurts, but mostly cause it's a relieve...