If you knew me when I was fourteen, which chances are you didn't because you don't know me at all, then you would know about my obsession with Hayden Christensen.

I would call him my first love, and there are still photographs of him up on my wall. Unfortunately this will change drastically right now.

Hayden Christensen, I'm breaking up with you. I'm appalled by your behaviour and choice of friends. You have been making very poor choices, and I do not appreciate it. I cannot carry on this relationship any longer.

I came to this realization last night while searching youtube instead of reading important books. I came across an old interview with you while you were on the Craig somethingshow. He is not Craig Ferguson so he does not matter. Anyway, I saw you. I heard your laugh. You were awkward. It made me sad.

I miss the old you. I miss the non-douchey you. And that is really all you are now, a big douche. I couldn't finish watching it because it broke my heart too much.

I was positive in my decision when passing through The Bay a few days ago. As I walked through the perfume section, the pungent stench pierced my nostrils like no nosering ever could. Then I saw this:




You just... you look like... okay let me put it this way. Your beautiful blue eyes are beautiful, but you just look like such a douche. I mean, Lacoste?! Really, Hayden Christensen?! Really?!


Anyways, I'm sorry to end this. I really am. I will never forget you. And maybe someday, once you've dumped Rachel Bilson, you'll see me walking down the street and think, "is that Katriina? Dang, I love her. I wish I hadn't picked Rachel Bilson over her and been a big douche.", and I'll look into your beautiful blues and agree.

Goodnight, sweet prince. I will never forget you.