Following two emotional outbursts in the past couple of weeks that have managed to stir shit, it has come to my attention that I quite possibly have ~issues ( Read more... )

I've been slowly degenerating into that peripheral character on a sitcom that you just love to hate - the one who is obviously in love with a particular person, but rather than resolve the issue, chooses to fuck other people to take her mind off it. It's arguably unhealthy and certainly not fulfilling, but it works for me - especially lately ( Read more... )

I HAVE TO STOP GOING OUT WITH FAMOUS PEOPLE.

What is wrong with me.

So much emotional stress. They're never around, they have tons of fangirls, they might just be using me as temporary amusement between projects...

Then I get asked to dinner and say yes anyway. Because I am a sucker.

And I wonder why I have romantic problems. Crikey.