Yesterday me and a friend went to a jumble sale in a bristol bar.
Sat in one dark corner, behind a mound of vintage indie boys clothes sat the boy i had a thing with from last septemeber till about march. The thing never ended officially, he just stopped talking to me and seeing me. The girl he was with knew me and my friend and said to him, 'this is Athene and Isabelle'. I muttered that i used to know him better than might be expected and he gave me a horrible look.
I felt a bit sad after this because we had been good friends and even though he is off to do a degree in fine art in September id still like to be friends with him (only in the platonic sense', although i feel he probably doesn't deserve my friendship and i shouldn't care.
The point of this is boys are poo.