I am still feeling some sort of loss and emptiness. We don’t talk like we used to. (Hes busy or something) I stopped trying to contact him. Let him come to me.
On Monday I woke up late. I spent all weekend trying to occupy my mind and going out and everything I forgot to sleep. So Monday I wake up to my friend calling and he tells me the service just drove by my stop. I started to get ready to catch a cab to work and decided Fuck it, and called in sick.
I crawled back into bed and slept on and off until 1 pm. I tried to be productive but lasted maybe 5 minutes. I started crying out of nothing so I said Fuck it again and got onto OKC. Cause you know that’s what you do in these situations right?
100 messages later I was fed up and ready to give up dating and become a nun. Yes I’m American. No I won’t sleep with you. No I won’t teach you English.
I did find someone who wasn’t a dick. We went out Tuesday night and have another date/ hang out on Saturday. I’m trying not to get my hopes up and I probably should try to be single but Fuck it.
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