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5/31
I will not feel pathetic or desperate or needy for his attention or affection. I havent felt that way in a while but it seems like after I see him this little feeling comes back to haunt me. I may try to refrain from talking to my best friend while i'm in Italy. Definitely going to use being away as time to clear my head and get back to feeling better. I thought about seeing him again after coming back but I don't think its goiing to happen. Just when you think you are COMPLETLEY over someone, there is that little part of you that isn't and takes over. I hate it. Hearing about how wonderful his date went tore my heart apart. And how long have we've been broken up? Long enough to not feel torn. Definitely a bad sign right there.
So going on a "date" with the cute bartender from Mogollon. Excited? I guess. But I think it's what I need right now.
edit: the date went well but he decided that it would be cool to not call me or return my phone calls. so much for that.
Italy in 20 days... 20 frickin days. This is unbelievable. I wish I could pack a couple of you in my suitcase.
I will not feel pathetic or desperate or needy for his attention or affection. I havent felt that way in a while but it seems like after I see him this little feeling comes back to haunt me. I may try to refrain from talking to my best friend while i'm in Italy. Definitely going to use being away as time to clear my head and get back to feeling better. I thought about seeing him again after coming back but I don't think its goiing to happen. Just when you think you are COMPLETLEY over someone, there is that little part of you that isn't and takes over. I hate it. Hearing about how wonderful his date went tore my heart apart. And how long have we've been broken up? Long enough to not feel torn. Definitely a bad sign right there.
So going on a "date" with the cute bartender from Mogollon. Excited? I guess. But I think it's what I need right now.
edit: the date went well but he decided that it would be cool to not call me or return my phone calls. so much for that.
Italy in 20 days... 20 frickin days. This is unbelievable. I wish I could pack a couple of you in my suitcase.