Jul 02, 2004 22:38
So James has taken me for a ride again...like I said, I was expecting it and did tell everyone that I was expectant (not in the pregnant sense), so although I do look like a fool, I probably don't look like a big a fool as I could have done.
Luckily I didn't really believe a word he said to me this time round, though why he makes such outrageous protestations of love towards me, when its clear that he couldn't actually care less, is obviously a riddle I'll never solve.
I set myself up for a fall and I fell...a lot sooner than expected but pretty predictably nonetheless. I'm not giving him the satisfaction of staying down for long though.
I'm not a mind reader, and I can't go out with someone who one minute wants me to be at their beckoned call and the next minute wants me to not care if they don't phone me for a week.
Weirdly, I did not cry when me and James broke up the first time. And now I can't help but cry, but not because I'm upset and not because I'm hurt, I'm just so fucking angry at this situation.
All I want is to find someone who likes me as much as I like them and someone who actually wants to spend time with me. Why does it have to be so damned hard?!