I think I’m masochistic.
Not that kinky kind of masochistic, you perverts. I was secretly hoping that some asshole named Moses will drunk dial me again at 5am to wake me up at an ungodly hour just to tell me how much he misses me and how much he likes me.
I’m pissed off at him not because of what he’s doing but at what he’s not doing.
On the other hand, I just hope he stops everything. I can easily do that- except that I have to vent it out to my friends. Constantly. Haha but give me a week or 2 and I’m over it.