I didn’t realize that wearing pants was so threatening. Men are so much nicer to you when you’re wearing a dress/skirt. So stupid.
womp womp. well, I guess I can say I had a summer fling for once in my life. not sure where he is or what happened to us, but I’m trying to live my life with no regrets. The heartbreak of summer flings is inevitable, so I guess it’s just life’s way of telling me that that relationship was not going in a healthy direction. our last night together was seeing the 4th of July fireworks. we talked a lot after that, and then one day he just didn’t show up to our date at the local music festival in my neighborhood. I wore a little makeup and put on my cutest summer dress, all so I could show off for him. All of a sudden I was downing two drinks and then running home in tears. it was a really awful night. he texted me that his phone got destroyed. how do you text from a broken phone? I don’t know either. I sent him a message last week on the dating website where we met, and he hasn’t even read it. my sister said I should give up, but I figured you should like fight for love or whatever. but there’s God stepping in again. that wasn’t love. that was laughter and lust. two things real lovers do and really mean it. I miss him so much. but my job now is to focus on myself, and try to enjoy this single summer as best as I can. I’ve cried all the tears I could possibly cry and I have nothing left. I started therapy last week (needed it way before I met this guy to help me control my stress factors,) and she says that she can help me address what feels like emotional co-dependency. looking forward to it.
I like forgot how much fun it is to go out and get hammered with your girlfriends. Also, it’s great when you meet a bunch of girls of different ages/races/sizes etc, that all want to just drink and eat chipotle and shoot the shit :)