amuse me

Is it wrong to pull off a vindictive-hurt-ex-girlfriend act à la 'i-will-find-you-in-the-happiest-moment-of-your-life-and-destroy-you-and-everyone-you-love' on an ex who seems to not understand that he is a closed chapter in my life?
Because hell, it was loads of fun saying it. I kind of kept sniggering into my spaghetti after that because it was so much fun. I hope he understands now, at least he's in shock for sure.
I get it. I'm a freak.
But on the fucking bright side, no more "I'm sorry but I'm a victim too". No more "I love you, but I'm not good enough and this Edward-Cullen-act is so convincing that I'm sure you'll forgive me". It did remind me of good old Eddie C. by the way. Too bad there's no Good Guy Jacob to the rescue. No Sir, no Ma'am.

I've become very bitter, I've noticed. Good. Makes me less liable to fall for the wrong person again. Because that's definitively not happening. Nu-uh.
And yes, you may think that I'm still not over the ex (which is the new name I've given D, just for the record) yet because I'm writing about this but I assure you, the only thing I feel for him now is... what, really? It's not compassion, but smething similar. Can't really explain it.

So, what does this mean?
It means that I'm going to continue putting up the self-confident act, which the self-ironic vanity and smiles and looking for a guy to wrap around my little finger (haha as if that would ever happen, jeez I'm going too far, I've been watching too many soaps for my own good)...
By the way, I just call it an an act for old times' sake. You know, the times of the masks and shit. Makes me sentimental, you know? Ha, as if you would.

/P.

PS: Helu, YD, heard you read this stuff. See you on Monday.