- Option one: stay in on a friday night & be sad.
- Option two: go on a date with a bit of a random, who's not gonna be my kind of guy, but the stories might be funny.
- Picked option two.
It hurts really bad right before it gets good.
My sunday night & monday (minus the smokes). It still hurts, but it’s not as pointy and the tears have gone or I can stop them before they arrive. And at least that stupid hope has gone now.
Never leave someone hanging, just grow a pair, be decent & end things properly. Hope, even the tiniest drop is a complete bastard.
I have a date on friday. He’s a bit wild & will probably think me a complete bore, but looking forward not backwards now.
Thank you for the virtual hugs my Tumblr friend, you’re awesome :’) x
Just breathe, this is only temporary.
- Had a date today, I think it was a date, he seemed a bit nervous & asked for my number at the end anyway. Who knows.
- But I always think of how easy it was between S & me when I've met up with someone else, terrified I'll never find that again. So, because I deleted his number, I looked him up on facebook. We'd never FB'd each other but wasn't hard to find him. Or that he's seeing someone else now. They look really cute together. Cried for a couple of mins but now just a bit numb. Kind of want to go out & get drunk & dance & snog someone. Kind of just want to fall asleep & wake up tomorrow & get on with my life. Why have I spent so long being sad over him? I don't even know why I'm typing this, here, to no one. Probably because it's too late to text anyone & I'm scared that once I stop I'll fall apart.
I think we should have more sexual education. Can you imagine if we didn’t have driver’s ed and people drove cars like they saw in the movies? Porn is adult entertainment, not education.