The Waiting

Hello all,

I was woken up by text from Fuckhead this morning. I called him in a last ditch effort to talk about the letter he was sending me.

No letter.

I found out through a text as well that he wrote it but did not send the letter (insert sigh and eye roll.....now). But in his defense, he's VERY busy with work and whatnot. Like I give a flying donkey dick how busy he is. The nerve. Since when did he start listening to me? He has the most selective hearing I have ever been encountered. It's like the opportunists guide to listening- hear what ever works for you.

I would still like to know what he wanted to tell me. It was important enough for him to contact me, which I explicitly told him not to do, so it must be something. I really can't deal with the waiting and the inconsistency. It's enough to make me scream. I already need to take Tylenol PM to go to sleep at night, yes that's right-NEED. I really don't need anymore headaches from the one person who systematically ruined the life that I had been planning when things have been going so well for me.

True, I have not had a successful personal life since I was left at the intersection of Virginia and NY, but it's baby steps. Baby steps to not sucking so much. Baby steps to moving out of the house. Baby steps to being the most awesome I can be. Baby steps.