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... Meh. o_o
May. 14th, 2006 04:27 amWelllllll...
Single again. Again-again, actually, but nevermind.
And now, I'm not sure HOW I feel. On one hand, well... I'm still rather shaken and hurt (I mean... TWICE?! x_x). On the other hand, well, I probably have quite a few reasons to be happy it's over.
Doesn't make it any easier in the end, but what the hey.
To be honest, I've been feeling that something's wrong for quite a while now. She just never told me anything when I asked her about it. And she picked one hell of a time to tell me that the relationship wasn't right for her anymore.
One-flickin'-AM on a Saturday. Effectively killing my ability to sleep this night. Considering the fact I'm /supposed/ to be at the base later today. X_x
I'm probably just going to ask for a day off and stay home. I don't want to have to go home in the middle of the day like last time. Not again.
One thing's certain. If she even DARES to try and contact me again tomorrow or something like that, I'm going to tell her, straight to the face, to go to hell in a handbasket. Or a hot-air balloon. Whichever she finds more readily available. That's one mistake I'm never going to make again.
Single again. Again-again, actually, but nevermind.
And now, I'm not sure HOW I feel. On one hand, well... I'm still rather shaken and hurt (I mean... TWICE?! x_x). On the other hand, well, I probably have quite a few reasons to be happy it's over.
Doesn't make it any easier in the end, but what the hey.
To be honest, I've been feeling that something's wrong for quite a while now. She just never told me anything when I asked her about it. And she picked one hell of a time to tell me that the relationship wasn't right for her anymore.
One-flickin'-AM on a Saturday. Effectively killing my ability to sleep this night. Considering the fact I'm /supposed/ to be at the base later today. X_x
I'm probably just going to ask for a day off and stay home. I don't want to have to go home in the middle of the day like last time. Not again.
One thing's certain. If she even DARES to try and contact me again tomorrow or something like that, I'm going to tell her, straight to the face, to go to hell in a handbasket. Or a hot-air balloon. Whichever she finds more readily available. That's one mistake I'm never going to make again.
