but i can’t get my mind off anything else.
you’d think in three months that I’ve be somewhat “over” this situation.
maybe even moved on just a smidgeon. gone on a couple of dates? at least had a desire to go on a date?
nope.
it’s as confusing as ever.
i think about it more than usual, and i’m driving myself a bit insane. What the effing hell is wrong with me? Why can’t i concentrate on anything else?
this sounds so sad and lame, but i really thought that maybe my nights of crying myself to sleep was over… hmmm i guess not.
love sucks.
i wish it would go somewhere else and die.
cuz i don’t want it anymore.
i want a kitty.
one i can play with.
okay, fine. i want unrequited love to leave.
i want a kitty that likes me and loves me back.
it’s easier than having a boyfriend.
and as long as you feed it, it’ll probably come purring over to you.
bah!
why can’t it be friday? i just want to drink myself into a stupor and die!
