I ran into an ex (the blogger) on my way to work. I looked like shit. I am sick as hell, eyes puffy, nose red and a hacking cough. Ugh, how horrible! We talked casually for a few minutes and then I ducked away as quickly as humanly possible.

What is it about running into an ex that makes you want to look flawless and fabulous and you inevitably are a mess.

On another note: it’s Asheville’s birthday…yes, he’s born on 4:20, how appropriate. Normally I would struggle with whether to call, email, text him a little happy birthday wish, but it’s surprisingly easy. He was such an asshole that I hope he’s having a miserable birthday. I hope he’s sitting there thinking “fuck, it’s my birthday, I’m 26 years old, and I’m alone.” That’s right buddy, you’re alone. I’m alone too but I feel okay about that cause I had sex last weekend…which is why I’m sick, but that’s besides the point.

I feel good. I feel so much better without him in my life. I've been so depressed lately and I think it had to do with the weight of Asheville on my shoulders. I always felt stupid when I talked to him. He always made me feel like the dumb girl who thinks that she's his girlfriend and never really was. So anyway, from now on, I shall try to keep my head above water in each new relationship. I will try not to let anyone get under my skin so deep that I can't really see what's going on.

My eyes are really blurry right now, however. I think it's time to rest them.