#exboyfie

My ex uninvited me from his party because I told him that I'm moving on from him and our breakup. So I booked tickets to Chester for a boss weekend with some friends. When people try to make you sad. Have a good time in their honour. Cause my life is too damn short.

Granted we may have mutually wanted to break up. And stay friends. But could you not flirt with girls a foot away from me please. Like I still have feeling for you, I just don't know where we fucked up. Too late now through isn't it.

My life is to good to waste on you.

My dad was trying to teach me how to kick my soccer ball where I want it to go (basically aiming it). After he watched me about 50 times try & not hit the target, he told me to sit down & calm down. As I watched him from the grass, he walked over to the fence with a piece of chalk. He drew a circle, put a bunch of lines on it, & some smaller circles. I looked at what looked like a face with shaggy hair. "Um, Dad...?" "I know you get pissed off whenever you think of this person. Guess who he is!" "Matthew? (ex-boyfriend I had that was a douche)" "The one after him." "Weston?" "YES!" "...?" "You get pissed off at him whenever you think about him." "He cheated on me...?" "You do better in sports when you're mad." So, after he drew that on the fence, I had a better hitting accuracy than before! Who knew that would happen?