I just walked home from Davis Square. For the second time tonight (don't ask). And I cried the whole way. And I came home to an email from my ex-ex-boyfriend. None from my newly ex-boyfriend. And I cried some more. And it's 4am, and I'm so tired and sad, I don't know what to do with myself. On my way home, I kept thinking, I just want someone to love me, or pretend that they love me, I don't care who it is. And that scared me. That's no good. But that's how I feel. And I feel pathetic. No wonder I'm so unloveable. Unattractive. Pathetic. Tired and sad. Dehydrated. I really can't stop crying. I hate this.
Fuck it.
Posted by thevieve at April 22, 2006 3:53 AMWow. I can so totally relate. I had similar kind of night. Had to throw my pillow in the dryer this morning from having cried all night. And, I am at it again now with no signs of stopping anytime soon. I don't think that it's that we're unlovable, it's just that we haven't found the right person to love us yet.
Sharing your misery,
Amy
Y'know what? No, to that last stuff. Not at all. Pretty much the opposite of. I was pretty sure of that before, but now I know for sure. So there.
Posted by: 'Netter on April 23, 2006 12:50 AM