Nothing is more disheartening than a swift kick in the balls. Pretty harsh, right? Well, that is how I am feeling, pretty harshly treated...disconnected...I feel like yelling meany! Isn't that mature? I don't get angry often, actually it is pretty hard to anger me quickly, but when I am there, I am there. I am now on hour two of trying to get over it and just seconds away from sending a text that could be very mean...or maybe I will send a very nice text. OR just maybe I will kiss the last thirteen years off because for the last eight I have been busting my butt with no return. So, what is the loss anyway? How long do you try? How long do you attend other people's functions with no return? How long do you put yourself out there for no return? BLAH! All of the sudden I feel like I am thirteen and my friend just hit on my boyfriend or said something tragic like my new shirt was crap when I was proudly wearing it as gold. Hate-this-feeling. Thirteen years is a long time. Here is a lesson, just because someone sends you a text and says call them when you can and then twenty-five minutes later they don't answer don't send them the following text: "Liar...:-(" because that is some hurtful stuff. Instead if you feel the need to send a text it should read like: "Hey, call me I am able to talk" because that is much much nicer.
And now, I actually feel better.
1 comment:
That's totally how I felt when I wrote that similar blog post of mine..somehow just makes you feel better getting it out there. Sorry someone was a meany to you, BOO! to that!
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