Today was not an 8, horoscope.
It was closer to a 6 socially, maybe a 7 at work.
Guy I liked now seeing someone. Thanks for telling me today to assure crushed dreams. And for showing me her picture. And telling me she is exhausting you by always spending the night.
Another dude becomes my friend on FB, so I can see the pics of he and his girlfriend.
Hate to bitch, but what the fuck??
Its the feeling of not having the social situation planned out that fucking kills me. The curtains were brought down when I was recapping what happened with men today, and just then my ex walks in, reminding me that my past is filled with douchebags.
Next tat:
see above.
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