To: You’re so vain, you probably think this blog is about you -
I hope the memories of your glory days are good company. I’m really sorry if I’m not able to live up to them. I’m 32, not 17. Sure, I would have loved to have been born filthy rich, but I’m just a regular 9-5 working schmoe who tries the best I can with what I have. That’s life. And my life will go on.
While I’m busy moving on to my future, you can have all the time you want to reminisce about what could have been. 10 years from now, when you’ve lost the last of your charms and all hope of attaining a normal relationship, you can add me to the category of “the ones that got away.” I’m picking up my last shred of dignity, and I’m moving on.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
XXOO
Jenny J
P.S. — Yes, I realise that you are far too self-absorbed to ever read this, but it makes me feel better to put it out there all the same.
