Sep 05, 2009 16:52
I spent a lot of time stairing at the floor. The wall. My hands. I can't exactally remember what it was, because I was too busy trying to think.
I think it might have been my rinoserous, though. He had a name, but I can't recall what it was.
I really wish I wasn't so afraid. That's what I was thinking. But I didn't want to be nieve. I promised myself when Steve broke up with me that I wouldn't be so trusting anymore. I expected the worst, so when it happens I won't be too surprised. But it always happens. And I'm always surprised.
I could feel my eyes welling up. I had this feeling in my chest. Sort of this dread. That sort of feeling you get when you get dumped. I had no idea why. It baffled me a little. I hadn't been dumped. Yet.
I thought maybe this should be my last time. Like, if he puts me in the 'friends zone', I should just give up on the dating scene for a while.
I really doubted I would.