Today, Tonight.

So it all boils down to this. I officially really really really am out of words. I just can't talk anymore. We have nothing to talk about anymore. Seriously. So why do i still keep holding on, hoping for a miracle or something. As far as i know, miracles don't happen, especially to someone like me. Maybe they do for you, but that would mean we have different perceptions of miracles, which in turn would put us even further apart. We are already separated by physical boundaries and now this, the very basis of human life, communication with others. We can't even have a proper sit down and talk session where we can finally trash out our grouses. Twice it has happened. I will not let it happen to me again. I will not be the fool. I now have spending power, i now have a funky haircut and i now have the balls to stand up and say "Foxtrot Uniform! I don't need you in my life anymore!" I will not come crawling back to you no matter what because as a man, i have my pride. I have done it before, i will not do it again. Period. And if you have a problem with that, well its your fault. Do some soul searching. Oh, you can go ahead and blame me. After all i was nothing to you in the first place, just another one of the many faceless suitors you have. Bet you wouldn't remember my name after a few months. All the talk about being friends is crass. I will not be a human punching bag anymore. I will not let myself be pushed around by people like you.
Yes. Call me sore, call me cold blooded, call me anything you like, i couldn't care less. A mistake i made was to give my heart away, to get caught in the traps set by malicious beings (read as.. you know what). I won't make the mistake again. Let them come, i won't be the hunter anymore. I tired of playing the game anymore. Now you can call me a bastard too. Another insult to add to my already long list of insults.
Back in camp on thursday. Hope i can get myself back together by then.
Foxtrot Oscar.