There was no reciprocation of feeling there, so I had to get out to preserve my dignity. Now that I've stopped thinking about it and got it over with, I do feel better. It helps that I have plans in place so I don't sit around moping or being lonely. (Though alone sounds like heaven right now.)
*hugs back happily* It took Phil to show me what wasting your life on little, unimportant things looks like to someone else. It's horrifying. I couldn't watch him do it any more, and I realized that I spent most of my youth doing the same thing. I'm determined to get off my ass and make something of myself, rather than just daydream about it. Better late than never!
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