Flabberghasted English Muffins
Disregard the last post. I'm just upset because I got dumped. Grr. Apparently I'm too clingy, even though I never got to see him, but once a week or so. I didn't really call a lot; might've texted a lot out of boredom at work, but other than that... I don't know. My friends around me told me it was preposterous, and said that I was the least clingy person they knew. I'm just really bummed out because this guy was absolutely perfect. I feel like dirt. Every time I see a vehicle that looks like his I start to cry. It's ridiculous. I feel like a douche nozzle. I thought I saw him today at the grocery store and I just stood there and cried. It makes me hate myself that I'm being such a pussy about it. I just don't understand. He said I freaked him out and I was wild and at one point he called me a maniac, and it freaked him out that I held his hand... God, I don't think I've liked somebody as much as this.. I mean, you know, that's a stupid thing to say, normally, but he was everything on my "list" of the perfect guy. He's a writer, he's artistic, he's intelligent, he's the most fucking gorgeous man I've ever seen, he's hilarious, he's actually Irish and he's even got my favourite color of eyes. You know that stupid list you make in like 7th grade of the perfect guy, including the shallow stuff like eye colour, hair colour and number of freckles? Yeah, well every single thing on that list... he's it. It just seems like a fucking waste. I don't understand why cosmic forces dangle these things in front of me and rip them away. He'll never be off my mind, I've never met anyone like him before... anyone so perfect for me.