So, as I said, my weekend sucked. I went out for the first time in ages, haven't really felt upto it before now. I've been a bit (alot) depressed since She finished it. Long story. Dragged myself out anyways, Friends were being really supportive and offering to buy drinks and everything so I thought why not, hey? Got there, had some drinks, started to smile, had a little dance. Then my phone went off, and it was Her. Good thing I was sitting down. She basically said she misses me, and I just sank. I miss her but she hurt me and I've spent so long convincing myself that I'm stronger without her that to give in now would be like betraying myself. So I ignored it. Downed another (three) drinks and watched everyone dancing, thinking to myself that maybe there's someone in the crowd for me and we'll meet fatefully that night and be together forever. Calmed myself with that thought and was about to head to the dance floor when my phone went off again. Her again. More I Miss Yous and some Let's Try Again. She seemed geniune, honestly I don't think I've ever heard her be so honest with the things she said, so I started wondering. I could feel myself giving in to her and it scared me so I ignored it and shot into the crowd and danced with the first cutey I saw. Went well, things got close which amazed me cause like.. I'm not cute but hey. But all I could think was that I wished it was Her and when she texted me again saying Please, I Love You... I went towards the exit with intent to call her. So I'm walking away thinking of how different it could be if she really meant everything, how I wouldn't have to be alone anymore and I'd be back in her arms. I spotted Her sat on a sofa near the door, with her arrogant friends. Laughing. Looking at her phone and laughing, and I knew that laugh. It's the I'm Fucking With Someone laugh. They all do it. Then my phone went off again, so I hid and read the text. "I'm all alone. I really want to see you. I miss you". And they were still laughing. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't take it too well, I must've ended up at the bar again. Somehow ended up with Friends in the park throwing up on my shoes, which I'm still upset about cause they were my favourite Pity Myself buy.
So. Sunday was spent in PJs, with too much ben & jerrys and watching TV not really knowing what was on. I feel a bit pathetic really. What I hate the most is I still miss her.