Hello internet. How are you doing this evening? Myself you ask? Nothing of concrete worth to complain about this late night, but since you asked, I may dive into the sentimental bullshit that seems to run my soap operatic life.
I know Chelsea wasn't even interested in me as anything more than a friend, but I still held onto that tiny glimmer of hope I had that something would work out. I told myself not to be led on, it was only going to end with myself getting hurt, but again, temptation won over. I'm not going to let her know that she's hurt me, but I hate always having to hide the pain.
"I thought that you'd want what I want, sorry, my dear."
