Mad fox, bad fox, just another dead fox.
Walking away. Just slowly walking away. well, sitting on the sofa in my shorts and singlet really, but its the idea that counts, no?
Its actually quite a big deal. Given, I had some beer and was not in the best of moods since morning, but still... actually deleting that last link is a big deal. I was going to do it long, long time ago, but didn't have the heart to do. Some shitty, needy part of me was hoping for a miracle, although rationally I knew that it was over. I had that bloody dream back in May. In my dream she literally drove a car over me, deaf to my pleading and screams. I knew then that it was over as soon as I woke up. Dreams were right about her before and it was right this time as well. Somewhere in the depth of that asian megapolis she made a desicion that it's over. And I felt it in my dream. That was back in May, and now it is over for me too. It will take some time i suppose, but it's actually over. All of it: dreams, plans, fears, insane bouts of jealousy and all good and not so good that came with that relationship.
So be it.
god, i am awfully melodramatic)) but i like it)) ангста, мне ангста! да побольше) фик что ли пойти написать
