Monday, May 9, 2011

Day Hundred and Seventy Four AND Hundred and Seventh Five

Huh. I feel nothing at all.

Well, possibly because he's making an effort to stay in town so I can visit. Oh, and I possibly might get a five hour ride back into town.

So when I say nothing at all, I mean that I feel satisfied.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Day Hundred and Seventy Three

I don't get. I was perfectly fine. And now I'm just sad. For no reason whatsoever.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

Day Hundred and Seventy Two

I feel that I am coming to the point of recovery. Mind you, this is because I haven't said a single word to him for four days. Funnily enough, I'm just so blase about it. It's like I don't particularly care. Of course it would be nice to hear from him... except I have a feeling that I only get talked to when he has a musical query.
It's like... life simply goes on. Mostly.
Sometimes I feel crap. I suppose that's bound to happen on some days. But at this present point in time, I would pick getting into medicine over having him for life.

I think that's a step forward.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Day Hundred and Seventy One

Ugh. Should I attempt to be around for one more week? Of course, I want to do it only because that increases my chances of seeing said person.
Pros:
- Happiness for a day or two
- I rather like being away from home... if I go back, it means I'm home for a month... ugh

Cons:
- I feel absolutely crap for a few days afterwards
- It screws my mind over
- I'm in the flat alone for a week = boredom and cooking for myself

Oh, and should I mention the fact that continuing said actions i.e. cuddling, means that I will have committed the same mistake for the THIRD time and have NOT learnt from my mistakes? i.e. heartbreak and misery... not to mention, I just like being spooned. The fact that he gives them is a bonus.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Day Hundred and Seventy

One day is okay.
Two days and I'm slightly more obsessed.
Day three?

Monday, May 2, 2011

Day Hundred and Sixty Nine

Decisions, decisions. To tell? Regardless, it makes no difference when you're simply friends.

In other news, I am now thoroughly confident that having no boyfriend is a positive effect on my marks.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Day Hundred and Sixty Eight

This is my heart
and it is like a fist.
It grasps on to
your sleeve as
you turn to leave.