Well, I phoned her last night. The phone had not even rung once when she hung up.
One of my friends has told me I should try again, but do I look fucking stupid?
Why is this getting me down so much? I was expecting something like this to happen. But it’s still depressed me. I think it’s because it’s my depression which defines me. At least I hope it is.
This seems to be backed up by peoples reaction to the me being happy last Thursday (which seems like ages ago now) that they were surprised to see me so happy.
What is it about me that make females want to be friends with me and that is all? I’m not that scary, honestly.
So I’m single again. I’m trying to decide what I’m going to do with myself tonight. I was planning to go see Shrek. But I would be going on my own. Normally I don’t have a problem with that, but I’m not in the mood tonight. I’ll either watch Mallrats and Chasing Amy (ironic) or I’ll start on the back of that t-shirt I’ve been trying to get round to for months. Hopefully, I’ll be finished by Thursday for Blases.
Of course, if I do that, I’ll be listening to music. Belle & Sebastian or Nick Cave. Music to match my mood.
Can anyone recommend a Eliot Smith album to me?
Will
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