I'm happier. I can't complain. You can't hurt me any more. I'm solid, solid as a rock.
Right? ...
And then all you have to do is call me "an emotional liability" and I feel like shit again. An emotional liability?? GO. FUCK. YOURSELF.
So I'm meeting him for coffee today. And if it's the last time we ever talk, I suddenly couldn't care less. One less "emotional liability" in both of our lives. Forget the nine months of "love" (on my end) we shared. It was nothing right? At this point, all it is is an annoyance.
When I showed my drawing in Design today, everyone in the room gave a whispered "wow." I felt really, really good at that moment.
amanda --
[adjective]:
Like in nature to a human dildo
'How will you be defined in the sexual dictionary?' at
QuizUniverse.com Basically.