daringtobe's Diaryland Diary

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Story of my Life

You know what....I guess it doesn't matter that I'm not special. I mean really, who am I trying to impress....I am who I am (sounds like popeye, huh?) anyway what I mean is that I twist all this stuff up in my head that doesn't mean anything at all, I get myself all worked up over nothing. Like this guy I cared about, he was a flirt. He was just flirting with me....I made the mistake of thinking it was more then that in my head. He was just at the wrong place at the wrong time...so I built this romantic scenario up inside myself because I wanted someone to love me sooo badly I couldn't see straight.

Now you are probably asking yourself, hey what brought this on. Well, I made the mistake of sending him an email the other day....so much for me ignoring him completely. But it just was a friendship type of email, where I said hey I am glad things are working out for you, that he was missed around the workplace...(we worked together)...he just replied saying yeah, he is enjoying things and life is good....but the kicker is he said to say Hi to this totally hot chick that works in the office that I know he found very attractive but hardly knew. I am nothing special. I am just a girl he became friends with and being the weirdo bitch that I am I thought all the attention he was giving me was more then that....what a fucking moron I was.

But no more. So it wasn't love...it wasn't even really good like...it was more I was bored and you entertained me for awhile.

Such is the story of my life.

7:33 a.m. - 2003-09-03

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