We Got the Magic

Facebook might as well be called: "ADetailedHistoryOfAnyRelationshipThatisEitherInThePastOrCurrentlyTakingPlace". Because it is a detailed history of my own past. And I don't like the fact I can read love notes and wall posts and shit when I get extremely bored. This stinks. I'll be 18 in less than an hour, and here I am bitching about the fact that my only real relationship has a detailed history on the fucking internet.
Fuck technology.
It's okay to be over it and still reminisce and dwell a little bit every now and then right?? Because I'm almost positive I'm over it. I'll never be totally over it because he definitely has a little piece of my heart forever, you know? Maybe it's just inevitable that sometimes I'll miss it, or reminisce. I think I'm okay with it. I guess I was weirded out until I realized that it is okay to reminisce. I'm fine with it. And I'm almost legal!
Now if some nice boy would come along, I'd be all set...