i started listening to indie rock music

Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh, it does not relent; The good times are killing me.

She's one of those girls that you look at and immediately think, "Goddamn, she's way out of my league." And not because she's hot and you're kinda short, kinda skinny, spend a lot of time jacking off into tissues (or not), but because she's just different, man, one of those girls that really only intimidated you because of her confidence. She runs with those kids, which is a little scary, but a little sexy. She's tall, dark, and handsome. She's more of a man than you ever were.

As much as she seemed distant from your life, she always sorta ran with everyone, so it's like, fuck, you were bound to meet her someday, right? Oh man, the relationship was great. Good times. Great times. She introduces you to some really rad people, people you'll know for years to come. She's more than just a fun girl to party with, too. You'd learned things from her, things that no matter what happens, you're grateful for.

One day, you find out that she's been hooking up with just about everybody. Not just a couple of your friends - the really, really together people you knew her to hang out with - but also all those people that had gone nowhere, and worse, people that were currently on a voyage to nowhere. Every person she touches, she drags down with her. There's no such thing as "no-strings-attached."

It bothers you that your first thoughts upon waking are of her. It bothers you that those same great times could have probably happened with anyone else. Maybe even girls that were less high-fucking-maintenance. You want out.

Fear sets in. "What am I going to do without her? How will I spend my days, nights, with friends who were mutual acquaintances?" You think: She was always with you, through good and through bad. You wonder: Did I really need her there?

Fuck it. Tell her you need some time apart.