Well.
I was just talking to this friend of mine, and she was asking me about how things were with *he who must not be named*. And she doesn't know him at all, so it was nice to talk to someone who genuinely thinks he's a bastard, cause she doesn't know him, and just judges him by how he's behaved towards me. And she seemed so concerned for me, and so impressed that I wasn't this puddle of goo on the floor because of him, and the whole broken heartedness thing, and she told me that she admired me for how I was dealing. And it was really nice. Really nice to be with someone that I
know doesn't give a shit about him, and has told me how much she wants to go beat him up. Really nice.
And it was really nice to realize that I'm
this close towards being the next step over him. Not Over him, not really even close. But very close to that next step. And I don't cry when people talk about him, and I honestly don't give a shit about who he goes to prom with (by the way, I'm curious, who is he going with? does anyone know?) and so on.
I was talking to her, and she asked if he'd dumped me for a girl, and I was pretty sure he hadn't. I hadn't gotten that vibe at
all. And she asked if he was gay, and I was like, I dunno. Cause I don't. For all the evidence I've had to the contrary, he could be.
But I don't care.
And if he came up to me now, and was like, Emma, I love you, I made a mistake, take me back....I don't think I would. Take him back, I mean. Because I am just that cool.
