merely numbers on a calendar
Comments are disabled. I'm not taking any chances. I trust you guys, I don't trust him. I should really be out the door and on my way, but I felt like it needed to be commemorated SOMEHOW. The last time I wrote an entry about him, he texted me about it later. I was SO creeped out. Really. Eventually I got over it, but there were so many things wrong with it that I felt...violated. If I were still angry with him, THAT is what I would be angry about. I'm not even using his name, his real name or his alias, because it doesn't matter. Him. He. He's a pronoun. In some sick experimental way, I want to open comments just to see if he comments. I'd delete it, of course, but still. Is he still going to get all cuckoo on me? I don't need that negativity cluttering up this place. I may be less reliant on documenting my thoughts & feelings and even my fannish glee, but that doesn't mean I love you guys any less. Because I do. ♥
What was I really angry about? That when it was all over, he didn't say 'hey, this is what's up, this is where I'm at." He didn't even HAVE to say I'M SORRY. Just a little heads-up would have been nice. I felt like I didn't matter. And that just makes me even more determined to find someone who gives a shit.
What was I really angry about? That when it was all over, he didn't say 'hey, this is what's up, this is where I'm at." He didn't even HAVE to say I'M SORRY. Just a little heads-up would have been nice. I felt like I didn't matter. And that just makes me even more determined to find someone who gives a shit.