So, yeah, I'm like a girl when it comes to mood-swings and reading too much into things. It really doesn't help at all. It just makes my life seem a whole lot worse than it actually is. I'm trying to keep reminding myself that . . .
So, yeah . . . I talked to Nick today. I got through "hi" and "what's up" when he announced he was going to Omaha . . . yes, that was the extent of the conversation. No, "bye". No, "talk to you later". Just, "I'm going into Omaha soon" then "g2g" . . .
So, my over-analytical, mood-swinging mind is currently running over and over possibilities that make the situation pretty bleak. I can think of several reasons not to be pessimistic, but it's the bad reasons that keep running through my head. God, I hate this . . .
And to top things off, John, the old hot guy has dissappeared off the face of the planet. One night he wants me, and then he dissappears . . . I guess he found a way to get off, and since I'm not good for anything else, he didn't think it neccesary to continue talking to me . . .
So, what? Should I just throw away all my morals and self-respect and be a slut, or a whore? Because, apperantly, that's the only thing that anyone is going to like about me. I might as well take what I can get and cut my losses, right?
