So, this is my ‘lunch time’ today. I’m sitting alone in a smoky bar and waiting for a cocktail – something fruity with vodka. I’m not feeling the best today, socially. Camilla
(all names changed for privacy paranoia purposes) has been acting really bitchy today and anyways – I was not in the mood for adjusting to her whims and getting ordered around.
I’m sad. Why? Motherfucking Charlie
(can I not come up with any fake names starting with something other than C?). I have not wanted something this badly for a long time. The more I stress (and obsess) about it though, the further away he gets.
Anyway, we were never close, I’m delusional and out of touch with reality, clearly. Still, I want him. Maybe him not wanting me makes me want him even more. (Definitely.) It is fucked up and I’m fucked up – I know. And it sucks. I always seem to be caught up in some fucked up emotional drama.
My “Fernet cherry” has just arrived. Yeah – I, who was HANGOVER AS HELL the whole weekend, and who swore to myself not to drink this week (I said – Friday is okay but no sooner; it is now literally Monday) – am drinking spirits again. Does this reek of alcoholism ? (Don’t answer that).
But fuck it. Am I alone? Yes. Feeling disconnected from people and myself? Yeah. But I wanted to go to the fucking city and get a fucking drink, and goddammit I did it, and I’m glad I did. I can sit here, slowly get tipsy, inhale the fucking thick smoke of this place, and ponder about my emotional fuck-up-dness. I miss some things… Happier times. Holidays. The sea. Simple times with friends. Should make a note of this for my life vision board (“lifebook”) – social life is fucking important to me, and so is the feeling of belonging.
So what about fucking Charlie? Nothing. There’s literally nothing you can do about someone who doesn’t like you, doesn’t talk to you, doesn’t make the effort. Nothing, NADA. And if I somehow made him care, somehow manipulated him into it, it wouldn’t be the same anyway. So I’m not gonna fucking do it. After my last fucked up relationship, I’m not going into anything unless I am wanted there. Fully and actively wanted. Not doing that one-sided effort crap anymore.
Does this make me sad? Does it make me feel fucking broken-hearted, does it make me wanna ball my eyes out? Yes. That’s why I’m day drinking alone in a fucking sad teenage bar. Clearly I’m sad and I feel hopeless and discouraged about the whole thing.
I wonder if it’s my abandonment issues that make it so. Does him ignoring me make me feel worthless? Yeah, a little; but more so I feel sad about not having “someone so great” in my life. #classicloveaddict
Because I think he is a good, proper, pure person with a heart that should be protected at all costs. THAT’S how I feel about him. That kind of sweet “love”. (And fuck anyone who wouldn’t call this love. Even if it is just infatuation, to me it feels as intense as anything would.)
I feel so desperate, so stupid, that I’m thinking about buying cigarettes (lol). I have some at home that I hid away so I wouldn’t smoke them. I even purposely didn’t take my lighter with me to prevent this. But I can just go and buy a fucking lighter along with a pack of anything. I know I’m being dumb, self-destructive, purposeless. If I could have, I would have gone to a park and meditated there – cried my shit out, and I’d be OK. But the parks are closed at this hour and I just ….
I don’t feel great in my body / I want my body to be different. I want my clothes to fit better and not to feel so fucking uncomfortable in everything. I want to wear goddamn hot clothing. I want to go to clubs and bars and events and not always worry about how my body looks. I wanna not feel like this anymore.
I don’t have much time left. I have to drink quick to come back before my hour is up. I feel excluded from the group although realistically, it’s just Josh
again kto do mña cely skurveny deñ rype
, and who’s making me feel awful, alone and insecure. That motherfucking narcissist. (Who else does that shit ?????? Only the most insecure people.) Even Nash
seemed to express some interest over where the fuck I was going. And Camilla of course only cares if it suits her. Fuck that shit.
Maybe I’m fucked up today, but I’ll be fucked up good and I’ll get over it. I’ll drink, I’ll smoke, I’ll walk, I’ll listen to some EDM and then I’ll meditate and cry at home. Eventually… I’ll be okay.
In the end, we’re all alone anyways. I just wanted to be alone with him, if that makes sense.
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