Has it really been 19 days? Well, 24 to be precise. You can usually tell that time has gone by because there is some sort of change. In that respect, the time on the moon must go by really slowly. For me, it's been like living on the moon, everything is in slow motion. I can count the days, and I know it has been a long time, but I don't have that perception. It seems like yesterday I was arranging to see him on the Weekend, now, I am trying to occupy my head with other things, I will go play on the arcades with Ma since I won the last two times (who can blame him, I was addicted to Mario Kart, I would say I'm not too shabby at it). Most of the time, I am failing miserably, yesterday was such a day, and tonight is such a night. I have tried my hardest to divert from thinking about that person. I have had moments tonight where I was so frustrated I just wanted to call the person and ask them straight out if they are thinking about us two.
Deep inside, I think the answer is no. I doubt he has even so much as sat down and read this blog, hell, who cares! This is public is for anyone who wants to read or not read I guess. I want to change the topic, block out these thoughts and think about myself only!I read on a flyer the other day about a book being released entitled "Letters to my 16 year old self". It sounds like something really interesting to do, I am thinking of doing one myself, and probably post it on here. Maybe if Cat joins me we can then compare them, that would be fun. Although it hasn't been that long since I was 16, I can already think of a few things that I would say to myself. The first one being "don't date that douchebag", every time I think about it, the surer I am that I wasted 2 years of my life in a relationship which was just a farce from the beginning, out of charity, for a mouse (that's not a man) who couldn't face up to his own mistakes and be true, despite the numerous chances I gave him. Ridiculous really.
Argh this is so weird and melodramatic I am weirding myself out. Jesus Christ! I wonder if the Vagina Monologues are like this. I guess these would be the penis monologues though.
Ah, better go to bed now, fuck the rest.
Deep inside, I think the answer is no. I doubt he has even so much as sat down and read this blog, hell, who cares! This is public is for anyone who wants to read or not read I guess. I want to change the topic, block out these thoughts and think about myself only!I read on a flyer the other day about a book being released entitled "Letters to my 16 year old self". It sounds like something really interesting to do, I am thinking of doing one myself, and probably post it on here. Maybe if Cat joins me we can then compare them, that would be fun. Although it hasn't been that long since I was 16, I can already think of a few things that I would say to myself. The first one being "don't date that douchebag", every time I think about it, the surer I am that I wasted 2 years of my life in a relationship which was just a farce from the beginning, out of charity, for a mouse (that's not a man) who couldn't face up to his own mistakes and be true, despite the numerous chances I gave him. Ridiculous really.
Argh this is so weird and melodramatic I am weirding myself out. Jesus Christ! I wonder if the Vagina Monologues are like this. I guess these would be the penis monologues though.
Ah, better go to bed now, fuck the rest.
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