Broken hearted (or not?)

Ok, this is gonna sound like a really strange request. But. If i ever meet you (who ever you are) and if i ever fall in love with you (if you're a girl, pretend to be a guy for the next few seconds) and then i tell you, and you don't want to be anything more than 'just friends' do me a favor? Make sure that there is no possible way for me to turn the situation around. Make sure that there is nothing for me to hope for. Tell me that you have not ever and will not ever like me in 'that way'. Dont say that you want to stay just friends becuase 'It would just be too hard with what is happining now'. Basically, make sure that my heart has been so thoroughly smashed into the ground, that there is no way in hell i'll be able to piece it back together. I'm probably the only girl i know who would rather a guy extinguish any flame of hope that may still be remaining and make sure my heart is well and truley broken. Becuase here is what i have found out: hope is an absoulte bitch.
Now, onto the rest of my day.
I stayed home for the first two periods, as i felt like crap and couldn't bring myself to get out of bed. Then i went to school at recess, watched some of 'Jesus Christ Supersta' in b+v. I don't know if there's more than one copt of that on dvd. But this was the one with the guys who look like darth vadar in it. Then we has science tech in the computer rooms. I had to write a letter to some people explaining that i was an amateur astronomer (im not) who had discovered a meteoriote that was about to hit earth the night before (i hadn't) and that they should probably do something about it. But you seriously have to question the judgement of someone who would actually do that. You know, stargazing, discovered a meteorite that was going to hit earth. I know, i'll go to bed. And in the morning i'll write a nice, civil letter to someone explaining what's happening and ask them to help. WRONG! You would so totally wither ring someone right then and there and give them the co-ordinates where the meteorite could be seen, or email them. Which admitadly isn't as fast as calling them, but it is no where near as slow as sending them a letter in the post. Idiots.
Then we had art in which i went to the art gallery with my class and another one. We were supossed to pick an artwork and fill out a sheet that the sub-teachers had given us. And we did. We just kinda guessed most of the answers as we didn't understand most of the words on the paper. oops......... And then my friend E and i just sat and listened to her i-pod untill we had to go. All in all. Not a terrible day. It could have been better, but than again, can we not say that about everyday of our lives?
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letting go isn't giving up. it's accepting that some things were never meant to be