Just when I think ‘Oh I’m so totally over ‘First Boy’ he’s got no hold on me at all, yay!’ no brain you lying son of a bitch, I am not.
Ever since we ‘broke up’ a few months ago we haven’t seen each other which made a hell of a lot of difference. I work in telecommunication and he’s with the company I work for. One minute I’m laughing at something my manager said, next minute he’s standing over me at my desk.
My hear literally felt like it sunk into my gut and all those horrible little feelings came back.
He was cute and bought me a coffee and a berocca thing (it’s a medicinal drink thing that helps with migraines) because the night before I went home with a migraine after work, he messaged me and woke me up.
See I said cute to describe him, fuck!
Apparently he fucked his phone up and didn’t want to come in until I was on. He probably wouldn’t have been served by one of the other girls though, you fuck with one of us you fuck with all of us.
The whole time all he did was want to stay and talk and then there was me who couldn’t look him in the eye and did the whole awkward thing; I may as well have shoved him out the door with the way I acted.
It’s been a few days since then, he’s been talking to me but I’m incredibly short with him. The last thing I want to be doing is talking to him but it’s not his fault I’m like this it’s me. It sucks it really really sucks and now as I write this I’m just getting angry and sad.
Therefore my plan of action: get really drunk, probably drunk text him again and go home with ‘New Boy’
I hate unhappy me, I want happy me back.
Were All Mad Here 