Monday, October 24, 2005

Broken hearted

Looks like I'm in the market for a new dream boy. The one I've pined over for the last decade doesn't pine for me. This SUCKS. I'm glad he was honest but he didn't even bother calling. He told me over email. But maybe that was better. At least I didn't burst into tears in front of him. I could do it in the privacy of my own home instead. And will continue to do so for as long as it takes.

The purpose of my letter was to move forward in one direction or the other. Unfortunately I have to move in the direction I didn't want to. Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I think I'll go curl into the fetal position now.

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