FUCK DEM "BOYS"
Wednesday 14th January, 2004 3:57pm
This arvo I’m “recovering” from a terrible night. Andrew’s mood swings are seriously
starting to bug me. One minute, he’s his normal sarcastic self. The next, he’s hating
me and telling me so. It took me months for that guy not to be my train of thought, no
matter what was happening. He was like this ultimate guy to me and it took a lot for
me to change my thinking pattern and accept that it wasn’t going to happen. I used to
lie in my bed at 2am looking out the window knowing that I had to get up in 4 hours,
and that I wuld get no sleep. I just watched the cars go past. Thinking of Andrew. And
what he might have screwed up so badly that we couldn’t even talk to me anymore.
Every night my last thought would be Andrew. And my first would be Andrew. My
most hated would be Andrew. And my most loved was Andrew. Now after all that
crap, I’ve dismissed him as anything more than just a guy who can’t date me for some
unknown reason. I’ve accepted that. I need nothing more. Now, there might be a
chance that what I think happened did not, and what I thought was the end was not.
Anyways, my night was bad cos this morning I woke up with my pillow covered in tears. Strange.
THE END
This arvo I’m “recovering” from a terrible night. Andrew’s mood swings are seriously
starting to bug me. One minute, he’s his normal sarcastic self. The next, he’s hating
me and telling me so. It took me months for that guy not to be my train of thought, no
matter what was happening. He was like this ultimate guy to me and it took a lot for
me to change my thinking pattern and accept that it wasn’t going to happen. I used to
lie in my bed at 2am looking out the window knowing that I had to get up in 4 hours,
and that I wuld get no sleep. I just watched the cars go past. Thinking of Andrew. And
what he might have screwed up so badly that we couldn’t even talk to me anymore.
Every night my last thought would be Andrew. And my first would be Andrew. My
most hated would be Andrew. And my most loved was Andrew. Now after all that
crap, I’ve dismissed him as anything more than just a guy who can’t date me for some
unknown reason. I’ve accepted that. I need nothing more. Now, there might be a
chance that what I think happened did not, and what I thought was the end was not.
Anyways, my night was bad cos this morning I woke up with my pillow covered in tears. Strange.
THE END