It only took me two movies to realize that I wasnt mad
1:38 a.m. | 2006-03-12
I just made a huge step. I deleted old text messages. I even got bold and deleted the saved instant messages I had on my hard drive. After about a week of nothing, and just a smiley face response to a forwarded message, I moved on. It only took me two movies to realize that I wasnt mad at Drew, I was mad at myself. I let stuff happen, and I dont think about the consequences. It was wrong for me to ask him to kiss me, and it was wrong for me to be mad at him for not wanting to talk. He made it clear the next day that it was over. I ruined it. Just like every other possible relationship I could have. I ruined them. I found that I was really mad at myself for being stupid, for having this happen again, as opposed to being mad at him. Im done being mad now. I just moved on tonight. I'll probably cry, but I know that it's pity for me, not being mad about how someone else feels.
I've just come to terms that there's no one out there for me. Finally.
I suggest:
Speakeasy makes it easy to think about your situations with strong liquor and euphoric vibes. Have two cosmos and realize you are holding on to nothing. Let go.