Fucking angst.
Sigur Ros tonight.
I've managed to make myself miserable. If things hadn't gone terribly wrong I would be there tonight with X.
Moping around the house sighing dramatically and making my housemates roll their eyes. As they should. It's fucking pathetic.
If I could just convince myself that she is not The One, this would be so much easier ... but no matter how much cognitive fucking therapy I inflict on myself, I still think that deep down, despite everything, all evidence to the contrary (such as the fact she is not interested) she is The One.
I'll be over it tomorrow.
Sigur Ros tonight.
I've managed to make myself miserable. If things hadn't gone terribly wrong I would be there tonight with X.
Moping around the house sighing dramatically and making my housemates roll their eyes. As they should. It's fucking pathetic.
If I could just convince myself that she is not The One, this would be so much easier ... but no matter how much cognitive fucking therapy I inflict on myself, I still think that deep down, despite everything, all evidence to the contrary (such as the fact she is not interested) she is The One.
I'll be over it tomorrow.