So of Course, You Were Supposed to Call Me Tonight...

Well, the last few days have been interesting to say the least. It's been ages since we last spoke, not for lack of trying though. Tough times are to be expected and ours isn't the most normal of 'getting-to-know-you's" to begin with.

I'd like to pretend like I'm tough, like I can get over this, make a decision with my head and stick to it. But no, I'm not tough, I'm a mess & I'm the queen of second chances, of thinking things might change, thinking there must be some reason for all this. I really don't know what to think, something's not right, but of course to get to the bottom of it, we need to talk, not send emails.

Don't read this if you're feeling fragile. It's really harsh, but this is my blog & I can say what I like. If I can write about the good, I can write about the bad.

I would love to say screw you, screw bmx, screw dubstep, screw cherry ripe cheesecakes, screw sending you sh*t in the mail, screw this blog, screw everything. I can't really say it honestly though. I'm just so HURT. I'm not even angry at you, just so unbelievabley disappointed. I know there's more to it than meets the eye, but if you don't tell me, all I can do is speculate, and when I do that, I imagine the worst. Ta-dah!

I don't know what's going on with you, I can't when you don't talk to me. All I know is your not the person this blog is about, your not the guy that hung out with me at Cottesloe, not the guy that can make my heart melt. This guy is the one that makes me cry & scream and wonder where the hell I went wrong.

I hope this gets better, I don't know what I'll do otherwise. Tell me I'm wrong, tell me there's more to it, tell me anything to make this all go away.

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