Well, I'm over it now.

And what's more, I feel that, after freezing her out and running into her a few times, and casually conversing a few times with one of her best male friends who works at a coffee place that I frequent, I feel like I have the upper hand again. I don't care, but I get the sensation that she does care after the time that I met her in a hamburger restaurant late at night and picked up some realy cheap scores:
OK, so this girl once told me that she started to believe she was developing an alcohol problem, so she said she would stay off drinking for a while. This was right before she started acting funny. Instead, she started going out short to every fucking night. Good job...
So I met her in the hamburger restaurant.
Me: Heeey, how nice to se you!
She: Hi! How are you doing?
Me: Not bad at all, so what's going on tonight?
She: I'm going out sober tonight, still having so much fun.
Me: Proud of ya! So, how's everything going?
She: Well, I'm on the sick for my kidneys.
Me: What's with your kidneys?
She: Well, I bashed them..
And here it comes.. Cheap, I know. But it felt good, she had it coming and she needs to hear it:
Me: Okeeey, keep staying sober then! (hand on her shoulder) Really nice to meet you, gotta go back to my friends! (take off)
Next time I ran into her, I could sense that she was hung up on this conversation. I feel good about it. Even tho it was cheap, I think I'm the only one in her life who says the uncomfortable things that she needs to hear. I even have a theory that maybe that's the reason why she pushed me away - she seems to surround herself with self-destructive people and people who won't say no to her.