pleasantries.

i am mildly annoyed and not looking forward to the cordial pleasantries i will have to withstand this week from my once-boyfriend.

i know that


he will always be someone different than everyone else in my life, and i hope that i will be the same.







update: the above is a draft of a post i began writing last week. it's mildly poetic, what with the unfinished sentence and all. even though it could all connect, it is simply a half-deleted, or half-written statment. i remember i wrote, deleted, wrote. wrote paragraphs followed by paragraphs before deciding it stupid and unfit to be posted. i was angry after receiving the first email from him in months upon months.

i got an email tonight that made me happy, but also extremely sad. for these conflicting emotions, i post the unfinished pleasantry-criticism above in an act of artistic... angst.

he really always was such a genuinely nice person. it was such a nice email. i will probably love him forever. don't tell anyone.