Sigh. No wait, ARGH
I haven't used this in forever, and I'm sure at least one of u was a little worried about my still being alive. But i am, really.
Anyhow, I'm posting 'cause I'm sick of bothering people with my BS. Not cuz they don't listen, heck they're even empathetic. BUT, i just feel like a whiner... need to fix that. So don't read this if u don't want to listen to whining, it just needs to be said. Again.
I hate men. Not literally, cuz there are so many of them in my life who actually add to my joy. I shall name no names, but just seeing/hearing from them, knowing i get a hug whenever i ask for it, is enough to make me smile. And yet my hatred remains. I guess it's not hatred, just frustration really. Why does it have to be such hard work to deal with them. Why would you say "we should get together" and then blow me off? What's up with that? I like to be pursued, yet I swallow my pride cuz i think you may be interesting - and quite frankly cuz making out with u's a blast - and ask u to 'hang out'. So i made the colossal error of trying to chill in your room. I learnt my lesson when i woke up in your bed and we hadn't really learned much more about each other... at least not that would make me more inclined to try for more than just a fun hook-up. I was half inclined to leave it alone, but you, yes YOU, said we should try the hang out thing again. In a place less conducive to hooking up. "sure why not". That didn't work out tho did it? I understand being exhausted, so I'm not really mad that you didn't come on Friday nite. But now, it's Monday. Other than apologizing, you've said v. little. what am i supposed to do?
Yes, i can hear the answer - "forget him". I should. I would have, if he hadn't pulled that " no bed, no nonsence, I Promise" BS on me. It'd be great to not give a damn. To not half hope u've sent me an email everytime i check my email. ARGH. It pisses me off that i let myself get involved like this. Especially since everytime it happens, i just end up getting hurt. U know what that does? It makes me cautious. I'm currently more passionate about people wearing bad clothes at the Oscars than about my own love life. Anyone who knows me knows that that's not normal. I need to do something before they turn me into a shell of the person i used to be.
Thanks for listening - u didn't have to.
Anyhow, I'm posting 'cause I'm sick of bothering people with my BS. Not cuz they don't listen, heck they're even empathetic. BUT, i just feel like a whiner... need to fix that. So don't read this if u don't want to listen to whining, it just needs to be said. Again.
I hate men. Not literally, cuz there are so many of them in my life who actually add to my joy. I shall name no names, but just seeing/hearing from them, knowing i get a hug whenever i ask for it, is enough to make me smile. And yet my hatred remains. I guess it's not hatred, just frustration really. Why does it have to be such hard work to deal with them. Why would you say "we should get together" and then blow me off? What's up with that? I like to be pursued, yet I swallow my pride cuz i think you may be interesting - and quite frankly cuz making out with u's a blast - and ask u to 'hang out'. So i made the colossal error of trying to chill in your room. I learnt my lesson when i woke up in your bed and we hadn't really learned much more about each other... at least not that would make me more inclined to try for more than just a fun hook-up. I was half inclined to leave it alone, but you, yes YOU, said we should try the hang out thing again. In a place less conducive to hooking up. "sure why not". That didn't work out tho did it? I understand being exhausted, so I'm not really mad that you didn't come on Friday nite. But now, it's Monday. Other than apologizing, you've said v. little. what am i supposed to do?
Yes, i can hear the answer - "forget him". I should. I would have, if he hadn't pulled that " no bed, no nonsence, I Promise" BS on me. It'd be great to not give a damn. To not half hope u've sent me an email everytime i check my email. ARGH. It pisses me off that i let myself get involved like this. Especially since everytime it happens, i just end up getting hurt. U know what that does? It makes me cautious. I'm currently more passionate about people wearing bad clothes at the Oscars than about my own love life. Anyone who knows me knows that that's not normal. I need to do something before they turn me into a shell of the person i used to be.
Thanks for listening - u didn't have to.