I’m sarcastic, Maybe too much so, I listen to old pop songs from my childhood way to much and I love looking back at photos from my childhood and saying ‘remember when’ but id much rather look at ok photos from before I was born and listen to stories from my mum and dads lives before I was born, before I was together.
Listening to music with my headphones on makes me panic because I can’t hear what’s going on around me but I love it anyway, I love getting lost in the music as I fall Into the words of a good book.
I like it when it’s sunny and I sit on my bed with the window open, it makes me feel calm to feel the breeze on my face.
I love the rain even if it makes me look like a drowned rat. I like how it means I won’t sweat or if I do no one will
Be able to tell, that’s why I like the cold so much too.
I hate night clubs and I hate alcohol. But I love to dance in a crowd full of people who don’t care and I like the way alcohol makes me feel fuzzy and giggly.
I love to say how close my family are even if it isn’t true, even if I know they are all back stabbers.
I don’t like it when people call my mums side of the family snobs, even if I say it myself sometimes.
I hate cream eggs, I hate how the thought of them make me feel sick and I hate even more how everybody else seems to love them.
I hate my doctor but I feel sorry for him, I mean come on it’s gotta be hard being that much of an asshole 24/7
I hate how I pick out the nice guys, who really like me and I seem to turn them in the cheaters.
I hate how I have every opportunity to form a relationship yet I’m too scared to do it that I push them away.
I hate how I love him even though he’s with someone knew.
I hate how I blame him but in reality it’s my fault for pushing him away.
I don’t hate how he used me for sex but I hate that I let myself be used.
I love my job but I hate how I’m terrified to go.
I love my life I do but sometimes I wish I could change it all.
I seem to be going at full speed then I crash and burn, things seem to start to look up and then they go wrong just as quick.
In my attempt to get over my ex (f buddy) like he has gotten over me, I have kissed my best friend (very bad drunken idea that resulted in my sister (he was her ex oops) no longer talking to me) I thought there was a possible dating opportunity with a guy which we never seem to get to see eachother for various reasons.
and finally there is my ex, he was lovely with a click of my fingers he would be there for me, and i was so broken, so messed up that i left him because i couldn’t handle the pressure of being in a relationship with someone so great. we got talking again, after almost a year he was flirting with me, then i talk to my best friend and hes been flirting with her too;.
now I feel stupid because he likes her and i got the wrong end of the stick and now i have to watch them form something.
I just feel like I’m back to square one yet again. I want to be happy with someone because being happy alone just isn’t enough anymore. It probably sounds desperate but I just want someone who I can look at, say is mine and be happy about it.
I don’t want a ‘he used to be mine but i messed it up’ or a ‘hes kinda mine but hes mostly hers’ or ‘hes mine but only when were alone.’
The past few weeks my head has been a mess, I just feel like i have a black hole in my head and im being sucked into it. my panic attacks are becoming more frequent and alot worse and I feel like putting my phone in the bin.
maybe I need to go back to the doctors or maybe I need to stop feeling so sorry for myself.
so tonight is the night, I’ll put my make up on and do my hair whilst having a glass if wine or two, put on that new outfit and those new heals.
I’ll feel good about myself and head of into town with my friends, I’ll dance with a guy, but won’t kiss him just incase I run into him.
He will be out, maybe not in the same club but he will be out within walking distance with her, and I’ll try my best to avoid them, I will try not to see them dancing, kissing and him buying her a drink.
So maybe I will kiss a guy or I’ll meet up with someone I know likes me, someone who won’t screw me over.
or maybe just maybe I’ll just have a good girls night out.
No drama, no men, no jealousy.
‘do you mind if I text you later I’m with my girlfriend’
No it’s not okay for you to do that, it’s not. It’s not okay for you to wrap your arms around her, for her to stroke your chest as laugh at your jokes, for her to stare up at you whilst it’s quite, for you to think that it’s okay to lie to her that she’s the only one when clearly she isn’t.
I thought I could handle this. I thought I wasn’t going to be jealous but the thought of her being where I should be, that’s torture.
Mine, you have been mine for a long time yet here you are sharing yourself with another woman, someone who doesn’t deserve to be lied to.
And then there is me, I don’t deserve to be tortured in secret, I deserve better yet here I am saying yes that’s fine, don’t worry about it, text me when she’s gone.
I can see my self slipping into a very dark place again, a place where I feel so alone and so cold and leaving the house throws me into an anxiety attack.
I can feel myself going and i am trying so hard to stop myself but it’s not working I want to start caring but I just can’t.
On the up hand I have two days of to do nothing but think and cuddle my dog.
Could do without the thinking part though.
How stupid can I be? Really.
I got it into my head that if I was to have an affair with him eventually he would leave her and be with me like he always said, like everyone has thought but no, as he likes to remind me just as I get my hopes up he has a girlfriend and he can’t do that to her.
But there’s something between us he says, something he can’t ignore a fire, a passion that doesn’t happen very often and for the past year we have been playing with it and fighting it and plain ignoring it but at the end of the day it all comes back to the simple fact me and him can’t say no to each other.