Well

romantically it can really be just ironically awfully bad. Remember I wrote a post a year ago about how wonderfully smart I was to not be caught up anything with a person name Josh who told me he rated his (now ex) girlfriend a 6.5. I messed around with his friend and he hoaxed me that the friend liked me when I asked about him (the friend.) Josh seems like a pathological liar/ sociopath anyhow. I still feel asinine because I got a little fantasy world on it. The fantasy was simply a museum visit and more sex with said friend. But anyway, all you need to know is that over the past week I was fucked with in my head and it's not fair and tonight I am feeling sorry for myself. I could use a good cry, but, as 62% of me knows it's silly and nothing to bother being upset about, the good cry is close but so far.

Everything is fine- just me being me - getting a little tripped up, understandably sad to be just fucked around with when I'd thought I was making a new if maladjusted friend in terrible Josh. I mean anyone would have a sad night realizing they were being fucked with, not awesome to death in everyone's eyes like they were being led to believe.

Poor me!

XO
boo hoo

love
Alexis