Well, for the first time in 3 years I took a well deserved slack off work. Three whole days all to myself. And it sucked. I thought a few days alone would help me to sort my head out a bit, but the more I tried not to think about things the more I noticed how much I was missing my man. sweatdrop
So, I sent him a text telling him that I don't deserved to just be dropped like this and then I deleted his number from my phone. It was the hardest thing I've ever done.
But I've done it now.
Let's face it, what's the point in pouring all your love into someone who doesn't seem to care? What's the point in worrying about someone who wont tell you what's going on? What's the point of caring for someone who doesn't give a toss about how you feel? What's the point of chasing someone who gives nothing in return?
The worst of it all is that he says he still loves me. It's the confusion I can't deal with. I mean, if I love someone then I try my hardest to make them happy, I try and work out all the little problems that you come across. Because at the end of the day nothing is perfect, no one is perfect, we all have our little hiccups.
And that's what this is, for both of us, an emotional hiccup.
And the best cure for hiccups is a short sharp shock.
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