So I have come to the conclusion that I attract crazy men. Or is it that I am not giving myself the credit I deserve? I don’t know.
After the events of Friday night I am done trying to date. I never have had anyone in a drunken stupor decide that driving up someone’s yard aka a rather large hill (for a city yard) and barely miss a telephone pole was a good idea. I demanded that he take my roommate and I home and that was that. He later apologized but it made me really think “what the hell am I doing?”
I have to stop filling the friendship void that I am missing and just live my life with the people that love me for me.
I wish heartbreak was easier but anything thats broken is so hard to put back together.
Love is stupid.