I've read, I've sweat, I've sunned, and I've worked hard today and used my brain exhaustively. Yet for whatever reason, I am on a rotating schedule of thinking about the ones who didn't call. Seriously why the hell am I still thinking about men?!?!? They occupy far too much of the average woman's brain.
I don't know what else to write. We women are always left confused by the men who don't respond the way we want and annoyed by the overly attentive ones we don't actually like.
So that's all. Confused by conflicting emotions associated with my former lover, who turned out to be bat shit crazy, and hopeful for the future with someone stable, wild and new - but for tonight, i am straight up confused and stuck thinking about the ones who didn't call.
Thank god I can just tuck in safely and alone, Naked with Chanel No. 5.