Oh you guys.
I have the strongest urge to write to that guy again and apologize for going crazy town on his ass.
I mean, I really did a number on him and I feel bad about it. I could have handled it so very very much better.
Lord have mercy on any man who crosses my path during one of my many psychotic breaks. I know I can be so terrifying! And all needy and pathetic.
Which is weird, because I start off all strong and brave, and THAT’S the girl the fellas like, but then I collapse into a big pile of grody to the max.
And I want to tell that guy that I’m sorry for being all grody to the max.
BUT NO. NO NO NO. NO YOU GUYS. NO!
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME? It’s probably grody to the max that I’m even thinking about this.
I swear I don’t want to be like this. I want to be strong and brave and leave things alone that should be left alone.
I mean, I shouldn’t email him, right? I should just let sleeping dogs lie.
Nice peaceful sleeping dog.
But that is not my style.
I like to poke sleeping dogs with a stick until they get so angry they eat my face off.
I guess things are going too well for me right now and I want to fuck it up a little bit so I feel more normal.