This bitch is directed at myself for being such a fucking doormat. It’s cool you found someone, he seems like a nice dude. It’s just that it seems it was only a few weeks ago that we used to link arms everywhere we went, hang out all the time, text eachother for no reason, and all that lame flirty stuff…You must know how I feel, and you obviously feel alot different now. I’m trying my hardest not too be bitter, even as I held both of your drinks so you guys could go have a smoke. I remember we used to just sneak them outside under our shirts, but those days are gone. Why did you even invite me out? More importantly, why am I such a fucking tool?
—bring on the flames. My self esteem couldn’t be any more shot at this point.
This article appears in Oct 15-21, 2009.
“You must know how I feel”. God I hate that statement. Now repeat after me, “Men (and women) are not mind readers. If you had interest in this guy then you should have fucking told him.
Now saying that, you seem to be a bit of a Klingon (cling on).
Ahh c’mon, maybe things seem shitty now, but life’s not so bad now is it? There’s plenty more people out there, this person is just one of many. You may think they were so special to you, but even though they were through circumstance, there’s about a million other people who can also “be special” too. No one is irreplaceable. All you need to do is cut out that negative attitude of yours and find other people. Just get out there and meet people, don’t be afraid to fail (it’s going to happen, believe me, it’s just all about how you deal with it). I know it’s hard because I get pretty negative sometimes too, but still just keep your head up, glass half full sort of deal, you know.
Also, I’m guessing you’re a bit younger too. If so there’s a whole life for you to live. Once you reach your mid-twenties like me though, you’re old, and it’s all downhill from there.
Kidding kidding kidding…
Women exist to use and discard men. Lesson learned.