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Dear Melbourne Boy, So, I�m pissed at you. I know that�s probably not really fair, but tough bikkies. I�m pissed that I finally got up the courage to talk to you, only to find out that you have a g/f- after telling me how things are all shit and you needed time to get over your ex and wouldn�t get into another relationship for a long time etc. etc. Well don�t I just feel like a dickhead. I liked you, do you know how rare that is?! And I know you prolly thought I was with someone else too, but I WASN�T because I still had a connection to you, despite the fact you live across the country. And now I just feel like a complete and utter fuckwit for thinking that you and I might have a chance. See this is why I don�t ever allow myself to get my hopes up, because the second that I actually start to think that something in my life could go my way, it all turns to shit. Hope is for stupid people. Turns out I was one of them after all. -Me |
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