  So I'm up at 1:23am again. I told my buddies that I would go surfing tomorrow morning, but it doens't look like I'm gonna make it. My plan was to go to sleep early but I guess I ended up watching TV and listening Sukiyaki by 4PM on infinite loop.
For some reason, listening to the song makes me feel better, ever though it should make me want to shoot myself. At least it's not the ex's birthday anymore. It still really irriates me that she doesn't try to contact me. I guess that is my sign to move on. The last thing I told her was that if she wanted to talk to me, she knew how and I wouldn't push anymore. Argh... so that's what three years gets you these days? Maybe she's waiting for me to call. Or more likely, she's probably scared that I'm pissed, which I am.
There's a Catch-22. Anyways, the longer she waits, the easier it gets for me. So I guess I should be happy that she doesn't call me... --- These are my own thoughts. My interpretation of what I have written may differ from yours. I'm not responsible for how you interpret what you read here, and I don't have to justify anything to you... 
