Well. Dylan knows that it's over. He sent me a mail saying that he "loves" me and he we wants me to be "happy". One thing. How in the name of holy fuck can I be happy? He obviously didn't give a shit that it's over between us. It was as if I told him that his dinner is gonna take another two minutes. Saying that he wants me to be happy is about as dumb as shooting me in the head, then saying, "...sorry.. uhm... I hope you go to Heaven..?" Let me be the perfectly stereotypical goth by saying, MY LIFE SUCKS