Friday, November 03, 2006
Shit happens. I accept that, life is not always full of hee-hee-ha-ha.
But what if you told someone you liked them, but they told you they don't want to commit due to distance, and that they are not ready, and almost a year later you accidentally find out that this person has a girlfriend, and that someone else indicated it and this someone is not saying anything about it?It's expected, but I can't help feeling disappointed. Even though there is no confirmed truth in it but somehow the disappointment of just knowing he might be (and would most likely in future, be) attached to someone else makes me feel like I'm never good enough for anyone.
So I did some food and self-indulgence therapy today. Just when I thought all the massages and sweet stuff I've eaten have put my worries behind me...
*Phone rings, some random local cell phone number* "Hello? Is this Azzie? Remember me? Maxwell. *long pause* The black guy? Hey, where are you now? Can I meet up with you an hour later?"HELL. I don't even know who you are, and you want to meet up with me?! I have never exchanged phone numbers with with any "black guy" (whatever that means) by the name of Maxwell. In fact, I don't have a friend with the name, Maxwell. At the most, it's Max, then again, short for Maximillian (yes, that's you, MaX).
God, you can't put me through this. You simply can't. The people I am attracted to either don't want anything to do with me, or lie to me, smashing my heart into pieces. The people that come after me are stalkers and psychos (and if you met them you'd agree they aren't normal, I've talked about some extraordinarily freaky few in the previous entries already).
I.JUST.WANT.TO.DIE.
9:47 PM Azzie's got style
