My oh my...
It's been an eventful couple of days. Been some changes, been some conflict, interesting all around and not all exceedingly happy.
For starters, and I do want this to be for the record because I know how pride goes and I do have plenty, I called it quits with Wink. We had this big conversation on Wednesday about what I want and what he wants, and even though I what I want isn't all that different from what he wants, he didn't see it that way, and rather than go down a road where I'll be crying at the end, I officially proclaimed last semester's whatever-it-was to be over and done and our relationship is now completely 100% platonic. I'm not gonna let myself get hurt like that again. I can't. I don't know if he really gives too much of a care, he was being really wishy-washy about seeing me or wanting me to come visit and stuff. Too bad for him, I guess. I was willing to provide him with beer and food every time I saw him. Others will have to enjoy the fruits of my love.
So here I am, come full circle, back at the shitty end of my third relationship in exactly a year. I'm obviously disappointed about this. It could've been fun, and it could've been good.
Chris was home last night, we went to the Gaslight. Some shit went down there, I'm not gonna go into detail, and frankly, to those involved, I don't give a shit what you think of me or whether or not you like me, if you think I'm a bitch or a psycho or whatever. There. It's over, it's done, and if you've still got a problem, you'll just have to suck it up and deal.
On a pleasanter note, I'm glad I have good friends. You know who you are, you mean the world to me. Thanks for being there.
For starters, and I do want this to be for the record because I know how pride goes and I do have plenty, I called it quits with Wink. We had this big conversation on Wednesday about what I want and what he wants, and even though I what I want isn't all that different from what he wants, he didn't see it that way, and rather than go down a road where I'll be crying at the end, I officially proclaimed last semester's whatever-it-was to be over and done and our relationship is now completely 100% platonic. I'm not gonna let myself get hurt like that again. I can't. I don't know if he really gives too much of a care, he was being really wishy-washy about seeing me or wanting me to come visit and stuff. Too bad for him, I guess. I was willing to provide him with beer and food every time I saw him. Others will have to enjoy the fruits of my love.
So here I am, come full circle, back at the shitty end of my third relationship in exactly a year. I'm obviously disappointed about this. It could've been fun, and it could've been good.
Chris was home last night, we went to the Gaslight. Some shit went down there, I'm not gonna go into detail, and frankly, to those involved, I don't give a shit what you think of me or whether or not you like me, if you think I'm a bitch or a psycho or whatever. There. It's over, it's done, and if you've still got a problem, you'll just have to suck it up and deal.
On a pleasanter note, I'm glad I have good friends. You know who you are, you mean the world to me. Thanks for being there.