Math
I like you + you like me
=
?
The equation should be pretty simple. I need you to solve it, and soon. Chasing you for a bit was fun, exciting even, but it won't last for long.
Do the math.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Shrinking
You know who lost 6 cm in their measurements from bootcamp so far?
This bitch right hurr.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
BACK TO GIDDY!
HE RESPONDED!
he messaged me ''why didn't you respond to my text?"
Thank God he's as forward as I am. Here I was feeling like crapola, but he was just as confused as I was. He's been texting the wrong number.
I'm so stupid. I need to stop doubting myself so much. That's something I really need to deal with apparently.
YAY!!
This blog is becoming so bipolar...
Giddy Turns to Gloomy
I'm sad.
:(
I don't think he's ever going to call me back.
:(
I don't think he's ever going to call me back.
What's so bad about me that no one wants to love me back?
Read more...
Monday, February 14, 2011
If Assholes Could Fly, This Would Be An Airport
You know what?
I'm going to double post.
I've been holding it in, but here we go. You've pushed me and pushed me and now I can't keep it in any longer.
You are such a sack of shit, Sean. No more nicknames for you. Anyone reading this who knows about you is probably nodding their heads in agreement right now, but I was an idiot. I cared about you, so I gave you multiple chances. Every crappy thing you'd ever done I forgave you for because I believed you. I believed in you.
I know I wasn't always the best to be involved with. I get scared easily but I never walked away. That was all you. You're full of such shit. How many times did you call me late at night babbling about how you loved me and wanted to be with me? You talked about having kids with me for Christ's sake.
How could you throw "I love you" around like that? How can it mean nothing to you?
Sometimes I think I can be pretty cold. But the difference between you and I is that my cold heart can thaw out - your problem is that you're heartless. You have nothing there. You pretend you do, but someone who truly cared about someone else couldn't bullshit the way you do.
So now we are done. I have no more forgiveness left for you. I feel weighed down by your betrayal. I know you'll come back eventually and I'm preparing for the moment when you realize what you've done.
We had one big fight. I rarely say this, but it was your fault. Of course I was freaked out by what you'd told me - you purposely said things to scare me. You admitted to that. But as soon as I say I need to go to sleep and think things over, you decide that I no longer matter.
AGAIN I find over facebook that you're dating someone else. Facebook, really? Grow a set already. At least last time you waited a couple days. This time it was less than 24 hours. Did you talk to her late at night, too? Did you tell her the same things you told me? I feel sorry for myself, but I feel more sorry for her. She doesn't know what you're capable of.
You are worthless.
I can't believe I wasted so much feeling and time on you. I will never get those 15 months back, but I won't give you any more of my life. You don't deserve it and I finally see it now.
Screw you. Who do you think you are?
Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
Scrooge
I hate Valentine's Day.
I've had a terrible day.
Everyone's been calling me Scrooge.
I'm okay with it.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Giddy
I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
-
I had a first date last night and it was wonderful.
Monday, February 7, 2011
I'm Sor...
Never apologize for showing feeling.
When you do so, you apologize for the truth.
That Aint So Pretty
I'm sorry, but the miracle of birth is in no way glamorous or pretty.
I'm pretty well known for my aversion to children and the thought of ever being a parent. Unfortunately, my human development professor couldn't care less about my traumatization in the 10th grade thanks to a graphic little video on childbirth.
So I'm currently enjoying reading about prenatal development.
I threw up in my mouth.
Yeah, that baby's super cute. But it can stay with its parents, thank you very much. I love my niece and nephew but I can only handle them for a few hours at a time. I'm not patient enough for children. I'm far too selfish.
I'll stick with a puppy.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Dont Come Back For Me, Don't Come Back At All.
Have you ever heard a song that so perfectly describes someone you know that you wonder if the artist somehow knew they were out there?
I learned to live, half alive... and now you want me one more time.
Who do you think you are, running around leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart?
You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul, so don't come back for me. Don't come back at all.
I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed because you broke all your promises.
This is for you, Kanye.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8v_4O44sfjM
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