Drama doesn't follow me, it attacks my age group.

Once upon a time, happily ever after got squashed under the heel of some stupid Prince Charming who, surprise, surprise, turned out to be more of a frog than a prince.

Uh, hello high school relationships.

No, this is not the ranting of bitterness created by a disgustingly dramatic break up (I mean, there was a break up, and well, yes, it was grossly intense, but I wouldn't call myself bitter. Pissed off and in need of shopping therapy, yes, but not bitter).

I guess I'm mostly upset about trusting someone with all my heart and (surprise, surprise), ending up with it back in my face with the nice addition of a dagger in it.

I could probably recite the "this time will be different, I've changed, I'm sorry, let's make it work" speech at this point.

So that's why I'm moving on.
Not seriously dating.
No going back to boys who haven't grown up yet.

Sigh, I'm letting karma take care of the revenge part of this for me.
I guess boys will be boys until the end of time.
And ex-girlfriends will be going to an incredible school in the fall (with lots of extremely attractive, intelligent college guys) ten pounds lighter, a thousand times wiser, and possessing newly acquired single girl swag.
Three cheers for new beginnings.