so I lied earlier, I didn’t go netflix and chill alone. Instead I did something semi proactive in an effort to lift my spirits. I took my dog on a walk/run… aka, I took his leash and drug him home from the neighbor’s house, who let him inside and now he won’t stop going over there. I love productivity!
But… I did stay true to one word. I worried about why my not boyfriend wasn’t texting me back. While I wasn’t texting my boyfriend back. Then I felt bad about myself and my life and I made plans to hangout with my boyfriend that lives 2 hours away this weekend then I went back to not replying. Because I am a fucking awful human being. As I was logging on here, my phone buzzed and my heart got excited and thought it was possibly my Not Boyfriend. No!! It wasn’t!! Karma’s a bitch!! Instead, it was a noto (noto? did i just pull that from my ass? in my language that is short for notification???) that a bunch of people liked a tweet. So I checked it out and woah, it was relevant to my life. So I titled this post that, because it was so damn fitting.
“If someone wants to be in your life, they will make an effort to be in it.” Boyfriend is making an effort to be in my life. Not Boyfriend is not making much of an effort at this time. But, how do I stop thinking about our crazy awesome sex? The way he pulls my hair? How he keeps his eyes open sometimes and stares into mine? The fact that he has a couple inches on Boyfriend??? Sex is not the most important thing in a relationship, that’s true. But gosh dang, it’s important. Ugh. My heart hurts. I probably deserve this. No one even needs to tell me. I need a shower. In holy water
undiscovered, aaaanonymous 