I'm becoming one of those bitter "lonely" people. Ew, what is that?


Okay, self. It's time to pull yourself up by your big girl undies, let go of those faux, "but maybe they could be something!" relationships, and move on to something new. I'm really going to let you go. And you. Both of you. You're comfortable, but you don't love me. And you. And you. You love me, but I don't love you.

I'm ready to love somebody who loves me, too. I need to be ready. I need to get out of this rut.

Starting now:
-if you don't text me, don't expect to hear from me
-if you don't ask to see me, don't expect to see me
-it's not my responsibility to make other people care about me the way I care about them

If you don't want me, I don't want you.