well, i guess i'm single now.
[my apartment]
i think i'm still a little tipsy from earlier. i woke up groggy to damien and dack talking about the latter going to have lunch with a woman damien slept with years ago. i...was not pleased. damien wasn't invited but, for some reason, he kept asking himself out loud "should i go?" i told him that he should go, even if he wasn't invited, because i know she would enjoy his company. i think she still adores him (and why shouldn't she? he's adorable and admirable and sexy). but i also told him if he didn't want to go and see her that he could use me as an excuse and say that his girlfriend wouldn't like it, which i assured him, was true.
i really wouldn't like it. he said i was being a hypocrite because i talked to stephen at a party.
once again, stephen has ruined my life. he's skilled at doing that.
so, he decided to go and i angrily popped out of bed, gathered my things and walked out. damien yelled to me, as i walked out, "if you walk out now, don't come back. we're over."
so, i guess i'm single now.
i cried for all of three minutes. there will be more at some point, i'm sure. but right now, the only person i really hate is stephen. he's snaky, he's slimy, and he slithered his way back into my goddamn life and journal entries.
i'll make sure it stops. he does not deserve my words.
as for damien. of course i still love him more than anything. i feel a little peculiar about him right now (i should be mad or sad, but i'm not and i attribute that to the traces of sangria still chilling in my bloodstream.)
i feel peculiar because i feel that even if i am technically single right now, it's no different from how i've been feeling the past few months. status quo. and this means that my life will continue to not feature hang out-time with damien, no being made love to and no sweet passionate kisses.
so really, things are the same. i have nothing to cry about. now, i fully intend to take care of my body, which aches from sadness and alcohol
i think i'm still a little tipsy from earlier. i woke up groggy to damien and dack talking about the latter going to have lunch with a woman damien slept with years ago. i...was not pleased. damien wasn't invited but, for some reason, he kept asking himself out loud "should i go?" i told him that he should go, even if he wasn't invited, because i know she would enjoy his company. i think she still adores him (and why shouldn't she? he's adorable and admirable and sexy). but i also told him if he didn't want to go and see her that he could use me as an excuse and say that his girlfriend wouldn't like it, which i assured him, was true.
i really wouldn't like it. he said i was being a hypocrite because i talked to stephen at a party.
once again, stephen has ruined my life. he's skilled at doing that.
so, he decided to go and i angrily popped out of bed, gathered my things and walked out. damien yelled to me, as i walked out, "if you walk out now, don't come back. we're over."
so, i guess i'm single now.
i cried for all of three minutes. there will be more at some point, i'm sure. but right now, the only person i really hate is stephen. he's snaky, he's slimy, and he slithered his way back into my goddamn life and journal entries.
i'll make sure it stops. he does not deserve my words.
as for damien. of course i still love him more than anything. i feel a little peculiar about him right now (i should be mad or sad, but i'm not and i attribute that to the traces of sangria still chilling in my bloodstream.)
i feel peculiar because i feel that even if i am technically single right now, it's no different from how i've been feeling the past few months. status quo. and this means that my life will continue to not feature hang out-time with damien, no being made love to and no sweet passionate kisses.
so really, things are the same. i have nothing to cry about. now, i fully intend to take care of my body, which aches from sadness and alcohol