Stalkers, Assholes, and Failures
How hard is it to change?
What's the point of apologizing for being a shithead when you have no intention of changing?
I think an apology is honest when that person has realized that they were in the wrong, actually feel regret for what they've done to you, and don't intend on repeating the offense. They strive to change.
How do you define love anymore? Why do people thing it's okay to cheat if you don't love the person you're cheating with? That doesn't make it any better. I don't even know where to go on from here.
I'm being stalked by Mr. A, which is rather creepy. I love going out and getting a phone call from him asking why I'm wearing a certain pair of shoes, or who I'm with, who is it i'm standing there talking to. Freaking awesome.
Stopped talking to James.. The first time I hung out and met him was alright... he was pretty cool... but the second time it was just the two of us going to grab a bite to eat after I got off work, he ended up asking if I was on birth control and that "the third date is when sexual stuff starts happening" he researched it.. or "looked it up." I didn't realize we were on a date. He started texting excessively, I found it to be too needy-like, but I thought I cleared up the whole dating mix-up. So, he came into town for some orientation for the sheriffs department and appeared at my door step. He said he "was in town and thought [he] would stop by so we could watch a movie in my room." I was pretty creeped out and told him we could just hang out outside for a bit. He kept trying to get me to play some stupid truth or dare "for adults" - I find truth or dare to be dumb.. let alone sex shit. He then explained how I am not normal, un-modern, and the like. Apparently, our generation is the most sexual generation since the 60s and I should therefore be willing to have sex with him. I didn't feel like arguing so I just went inside and haven't talked with him since. Why do I meet such fucking dingbats?
The love of my life officially broke my heart. Again. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't think he will change, I don't think he wants to. I don't think he is mature enough. He doesn't understand relationships, commitment, etc. Maybe he does and isn't willing to go through with it. I didn't realize emotions were just there to be fucked with.
What's the point of apologizing for being a shithead when you have no intention of changing?
I think an apology is honest when that person has realized that they were in the wrong, actually feel regret for what they've done to you, and don't intend on repeating the offense. They strive to change.
How do you define love anymore? Why do people thing it's okay to cheat if you don't love the person you're cheating with? That doesn't make it any better. I don't even know where to go on from here.
I'm being stalked by Mr. A, which is rather creepy. I love going out and getting a phone call from him asking why I'm wearing a certain pair of shoes, or who I'm with, who is it i'm standing there talking to. Freaking awesome.
Stopped talking to James.. The first time I hung out and met him was alright... he was pretty cool... but the second time it was just the two of us going to grab a bite to eat after I got off work, he ended up asking if I was on birth control and that "the third date is when sexual stuff starts happening" he researched it.. or "looked it up." I didn't realize we were on a date. He started texting excessively, I found it to be too needy-like, but I thought I cleared up the whole dating mix-up. So, he came into town for some orientation for the sheriffs department and appeared at my door step. He said he "was in town and thought [he] would stop by so we could watch a movie in my room." I was pretty creeped out and told him we could just hang out outside for a bit. He kept trying to get me to play some stupid truth or dare "for adults" - I find truth or dare to be dumb.. let alone sex shit. He then explained how I am not normal, un-modern, and the like. Apparently, our generation is the most sexual generation since the 60s and I should therefore be willing to have sex with him. I didn't feel like arguing so I just went inside and haven't talked with him since. Why do I meet such fucking dingbats?
The love of my life officially broke my heart. Again. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't think he will change, I don't think he wants to. I don't think he is mature enough. He doesn't understand relationships, commitment, etc. Maybe he does and isn't willing to go through with it. I didn't realize emotions were just there to be fucked with.