Jan 19, 2010 08:08
I shouldn't have gotten up a half hour earlier than I usually do. I was awake, I said, why not get up? So I did, and now I'm regretting it.
It was one year ago this weekend that I had my first date with Formerly Cute IS Guy. I was thinking I was going to mopey and upset most of the weekend, but I was not. Spending all day Saturday with friends was probably helpful in that, plus, I think I'm getting to better terms with it. It would help if I didn't see him EVERY FUCKING DAY. But. Sometimes I'm okay, sometimes I'm not. There's no rhyme or reason to it. But this weekend I was okay.