ambrose03

Turns out the vet was just worried that my dog lost 10 pounds in 3 months. He later tells me that this is unusual for dogs. I'm thinking to my self "Great you couldn't have metioned this when you took the blood sample. Had to have me worry all weekend." Before you start thinking I'm starving my dog, let me explain that this dog is so spoiled and over fed that she was 20 pounds over weight. Now the vet is worried because I stopped feeding her table scrapes and I'm onbly giving her what is supposed to eat. Damned if you, damned if you don't I guess.

I met up with love that wan't ment to be tonight. She was bored and decided to hang out with me. *Hopes sky rocket* We're having a pretty good time catching up when I guess she noticed me looking at her the way I used to. She then proceeds to tell me, "I owe it to you to still be your friend, but don't misread anything." *Housten we have a problem* "We just don't work togther" *Dejavu* "I just don't want you to go overboard like last time, ok dear?" *huh?*

Little back history, I rushed things a bit to much for her. I let her know I was ready to commit, and apperently she wasn't. As far as the dear part goes, well she stopped calling me that when she broke it off, she only called me by proper name, sort of an underscore of our status.
Maybe I'm reading to much into this, I just want ot be with her so much. I can deal with being in pain, being angry, being alone, hell I can even deal with being happy, but I just can't stand being confussed.

I think I'll go hit my head on the wall until I pass out. That sounds like a healthy way of dealing with my emotioninal problems.