07.30.03 :: 11:48 am
it felt good, and right, and relieved 17% of the stress I had accrued in my neck and shoulders.
And, speaking of juvenilia... why is it that whenever I start really liking a guy, I always get these insanely paranoid delusions?
I am currently under the impression that between the moment we part company and the moment he decides to call me again, he has lost all interest completely. And that I may as well have not even existed.
This is sick. I'm a grown woman. I'm a grown woman staring at my phone.
I always think it is better to be prepared for the worst than to be blindly optimistic.
Therefore, it will not surprise me in the least if I never hear from him again.
I'm going to have an early lunch. This entire lame-ass thought process has raised itself to Defcon 4 in cigarette necessity.