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Last night, before I proceeded to get myself dressed, made up and smashingly tipsy, I was sitting on the floor of my closet, crying from the utter frustration of the day. It was a terrible day that had my self-esteem at an all-time low. My ego had just received a beating from being ignored by a gorgeous boy, among numerous other things.
I realized though that the stinging rejection I met didn't merit feeling as terrible as I did. He may have been good-looking and adorably awkward, and as attractive as that is - it's not really what I need. I need someone I can fall apart around, someone I can be a mess around. I don't want to have to be put together all the time. Someone I can cry to.
So it's okay. I'm taking a deep breath. I'll be okay.
I realized though that the stinging rejection I met didn't merit feeling as terrible as I did. He may have been good-looking and adorably awkward, and as attractive as that is - it's not really what I need. I need someone I can fall apart around, someone I can be a mess around. I don't want to have to be put together all the time. Someone I can cry to.
So it's okay. I'm taking a deep breath. I'll be okay.