Author's Note: This one isn't happy. Oops.

Day One-Hundred Fourteen: Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye feat. Kimbra

Every so often, he laid awake in thoughts of their relationship. For the most part, they were happy memories. They were memories of the way she smiled or how she said she was so happy, she could die. He truly did believe that she was the right girl for him.

At first.

But then, he started to feel…hollow. It cut deeper than simple loneliness. He was in love, sure, but he was also sure it was a bit toxic. It left a dull, perpetual ache in his chest whenever he thought about it.

And somehow, he had grown addicted to the ache. He thought he was secretly (and maybe subconsciously) a masochist. He seemed to be addicted to the dull feeling of pain he got whenever he was around her. He loved being around her. And his mind subconsciously acknowledged the pain, but…his heart and his head just ignored it.

The more and the more he thought about it, the more he realized just how much she had screwed him over. But of course, any problems they had were always pinned on him. It was always him. It was never her. He was always the bad guy. He was the criminal; she was the victim. He was the cat; she was the mouse. He was the ink that stained her pure, porcelain skin. He was the snag in her fabric. He was her Achilles' Heel.

He was her mistake.

Even though he was devastated when she broke it off, in hindsight, he was rather glad that part of his life was over and done with. He realized that was unhealthy. He didn't want to live that way. He didn't want to have to walk on eggshells forever.

When they broke it off, she gave him that stupid, sorry old speech about how they could still be "friends", which was full of such shite that he didn't know whether to take her seriously or not. For her sake, he attempted to be friends with her.

Well, it all went to hell and a hand basket in the end, anyway. She cut him off and cut him out of his life entirely. She didn't answer her phone when he texted her. She had a mutual friend recover all her things. The one time he happened to see her after their breakup, she acted so icy to him that he thought he would freeze just from one look. It was like they never knew each other in the first place. Actually, he was sure that she would've treated a stranger better than she treated him.

He couldn't believe that this was the same girl to promise him that they could abandon the past. He wasn't really sad. He didn't even know what he was. Maybe he was insulted; he didn't even know. There was just this feeling of emptiness he had whenever he thought of her or was around her.

Well, he didn't need that anymore. He could do better. She was just somebody he used to know.

LittleBittyAbby: Gotye? And yes, PLL has really been disappointing me lately. Like, very disappointing to me lately. Hope you liked this one!

MizzFizzRizz:Oh...that's sad...happy early birthday? :D I tried. Or maybe it's your birthday by the time you see this...idk. And it's because Keegan Allen and I are both awesome. IDK.

AL3110: Well, I'm glad I gave you a new motto. Goodbye, my love :'[ And 10 your time or mine? Oh, well, I guess I will be finding out, when you message me either at 4 AM or 10 AM.

Sarah:No, it's okay! Feel better!

I'm like really tired and my friend is also really tired and she just asked me what I was typing like twice and I wonder if she's reading this as I'm typing it right now.

I guess not.

The next one (which I still have to finish) is Thinking Of You by Katy Perry which I actually love, but I can't get my thoughts to be calm for once. I hate it.

Bye, Internet friends/acquaintances/haters. Love you all! -Kayson