I think it’s basically done now.

It has been a long time since I’ve actively made use of any of the gifts of the Goddess, but today there was a true need…

 

In a final burst of energy fueled by the wind of change, I went through all of my things in search of the Prince AttentionWhore’s (we can thank Alkonost_Storm for that name) stuff. It is now packed into a bag, taped up with duct tape, has one of those ‘dangerously-polite-tone’ notes from me in it along with an inventory of  my stuff that I want back, and is sitting in a tiny closed room (the bathroom, since it’s the only closed room I have) with loads of incense going. I tell you, there were slips of burning celestial lettering, pentagrams, and evocations galore earlier today.

I kicked it a little further by chucking magicks at it. He can think whatever the FUCK he wants to think after this—he made a step down when I left, and he’s never going to get that far up again. I KNOW what I’m worth, and it ain’t that kind of trouble, that’s for sure.

I no longer think “OMG HOW DO I GET HIM BACK” when I think of him.

I think “OH, ECCCCCK, I AM NEVER MAKING THAT MISTAKE AGAIN.”

 

Will the so-called friendship ever go again? Considering that apparently he only showed interest because before I broke up with my (officially on again) other ex I wasn’t getting any action and he heard I wrote kinky slash, which he assumed to mean I was going to be a real firecracker in the sack?

Magic 8-ball says, “Outlook Hazy.”

 

 

I can honestly say that I officially no longer give a fuck. I’d like to get out of the house more to do more things, but what’cha gonna do? Until my friends feel like it’s a safe option (OMG YOU GUYS THANK  YOU) they’re keeping us at least 100 feet apart. Which, when I still get flashbacks when I see his car, is probably a good idea.