Makin banana pancakes :)
I feel better today. Thats the way I work. I take a day and feel like shit- I cry and I sleep and then I get up the next morning and I feel better. I guess thats the way its supposed to be with a healthy individual. You're supposed to get the bad out with a good healthy break and then move on.
Yea, I really wish shit would have worked out with him. And yes, I am angry with him and me. But I'm not going to spend my life being angry at something that wont change. He doesn't like me "like that"...story of my life. All these men think I'm phenononal and that I'm just a great friend...Maybe the problem is I'm too nice. I make it too easy for them. I cook them dinner, I give them back rubs when they're sore...I guess I need to make them work for it a little bit more. Not text them back when they text me. Dont show you care...Honestly, I think thats what I have to do. I'm just scared that by the time "the right one" comes around, I'm going to be so jaded that I'll push him away and miss out on "the greaster things in life". But then again...I dont want to feel the way I do again, when another one slams me down.
He isn't the topic for this journal. This is me saying "fuck it" and "I'm too damn good to be shut up in my room crying over you". I have good music blaring and I'm enjoying the weather outside. My heart may be a little more scarred now, But thats what makes me who I am...all the scars on me make me who I am. :) And if someone cant take those scars then fuck em. :)
Yea, I really wish shit would have worked out with him. And yes, I am angry with him and me. But I'm not going to spend my life being angry at something that wont change. He doesn't like me "like that"...story of my life. All these men think I'm phenononal and that I'm just a great friend...Maybe the problem is I'm too nice. I make it too easy for them. I cook them dinner, I give them back rubs when they're sore...I guess I need to make them work for it a little bit more. Not text them back when they text me. Dont show you care...Honestly, I think thats what I have to do. I'm just scared that by the time "the right one" comes around, I'm going to be so jaded that I'll push him away and miss out on "the greaster things in life". But then again...I dont want to feel the way I do again, when another one slams me down.
He isn't the topic for this journal. This is me saying "fuck it" and "I'm too damn good to be shut up in my room crying over you". I have good music blaring and I'm enjoying the weather outside. My heart may be a little more scarred now, But thats what makes me who I am...all the scars on me make me who I am. :) And if someone cant take those scars then fuck em. :)