February 9, 2013
Fifty-seventh entry.
How has 2013 been so far? Defiantly better than last year. I look back and think about it, and it's been almost a year that I've been single... that he left me. And yet we still talk at least three to four times a week. He is still with her. And I know he is not happy, but he is to weak to leave her. It's none of my business anymore, but I just want him to make the right decisions. Until I am with another guy, and someone who loves and cares for me, I can't get rid of the thoughts of being with him again. The thought that there will be another possibility. The feeling that I belong to him only. My job keeps me busy, keeps my mind off of him. Trying to be the best person I can possibly be, and be successful. Achieve my goals. I don't remember the last time a guy took me out to dinner. It's pathetic. I stay cooped up in my house on the weekends. And all the thoughts of our weekends with him come back. It kills me. I have to keep myself busy so I don't remind myself of how alone I am. I hope one day someone will actually love me for who I am and not make excuses.
-Mortal.
How has 2013 been so far? Defiantly better than last year. I look back and think about it, and it's been almost a year that I've been single... that he left me. And yet we still talk at least three to four times a week. He is still with her. And I know he is not happy, but he is to weak to leave her. It's none of my business anymore, but I just want him to make the right decisions. Until I am with another guy, and someone who loves and cares for me, I can't get rid of the thoughts of being with him again. The thought that there will be another possibility. The feeling that I belong to him only. My job keeps me busy, keeps my mind off of him. Trying to be the best person I can possibly be, and be successful. Achieve my goals. I don't remember the last time a guy took me out to dinner. It's pathetic. I stay cooped up in my house on the weekends. And all the thoughts of our weekends with him come back. It kills me. I have to keep myself busy so I don't remind myself of how alone I am. I hope one day someone will actually love me for who I am and not make excuses.
-Mortal.