Tonight, I’m feeling a bit melancholic and alone. I’ve let myself have feelings about a guy. Not for him, about him. He doesn’t give me the right amount of attention, he won’t call me, he hasn’t seen me in a week (granted, I can’t drive to see him, so I cannot fault him), and he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with me. However, even though I know he’s a horrible candidate for fuck buddy, I still want him…and that’s only because I don’t know anybody else in the area. I can’t stand that I’m allowing myself to act this way.
You know what?! I’m gonna go have a screwdriver and read a book!
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