He’s dumb.

I can’t stop thinking about him. I think about him in between meals (when I’m not over come by nausea from how he makes me feel), when I’m sleeping, the minute I wake up, and every time I fucking blink. It is pathetic to think about someone with whom your most recent physical encounter was holding hands for less than a minute until he deemed it “wrong”. I won’t go into why. I write all this bullshit anonymously for this exact reason. I don’t have to waste pen ink, and I get it out all. If some other 24-year-old girl gets a kick out of it, then I’ve done my part. I don’t even know how he might be in a relationship. I only know about his 7th grade relationship and a short-lived fling with a girl his friend fucked later on. That same friend told me I'm finally starting to look like a woman. and that pissed him off. I would like to know how he is in a relationship, but not yet. Not for years, as far as I’m concerned, if it were to happen, it would be too real and I can’t have that right now. I don’t think he can either. I’m on a call right now for a project he and I were meant to do together. When he called to say he had to cancel and find his replacement, I wasn’t disappointed. I was actually delighted to find that I enjoy my work without him just as much as I do with him. That sentence is pathetic, but true. I’m moving to a new city, a city where he lives. As if that even fucking matters. But no matter what, I can’t stop thinking about him. I refuse to text or call him. Instead, I’ll write an entry about him on my anonymous blog, which is in its infancy on the internet. Six years can go by, and it can be four since you’ve kissed him, and you can feel like you barely know him still. But you can also come to terms with the fact that you want to get to know him more than anything you’ve wanted in years… dumb as fuck.

REVISION- been there, done that. Time for a change