The End.

[caitri]

Scott and I are officially over tonight. He doesn't want to be friends, and he never meant to hurt me, but he just "knew we weren't going to work out." I'm deleting files and stuff, and am not sure what to do with the things he gave me (he doesn't want me to return them, I don't want to look and remember good things that won't be).

Part of me knows none of it's my fault, and part of me just feels horrible and freakish and wrong, and wants to hide forever.

I know I'll get over it, and it'll take time. I just hate it when good things happen so briefly.