Warning: pathetic girl-talk ahead.
I’m broken again and tired and waiting for a ding from my cell phone to validate my existence. The ding has come daily, but still I wait. This could be the day he doesn’t ding me. I think we can all agree the only thing worse than thinking you’ve lost interest in a man is when the man loses interest in you. I told him I wanted to see him this weekend. His reply: I’m sure we can manage that. This might be the most painful rejection I’ve ever heard.
This was most painful rejection besides that time that guy left the country without telling me or the time that guy told me he had no affection to give me or that time that guy said, “wanna cuddle?” or that time that guy told me he was “laid back,” which translated into his being lazy.
Another one shall bite the dust because there is no other option. I’ve read ahead. The story of us ends. For real. Soon. But not before I make the biggest fool out of myself ever. Or making the biggest fool of myself since all of the above-mentioned rejection menz.
Oh well, fuck it. This is the best part of love.
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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August 1, 2009 at 9:13 am
jessiecarty
even your blogs start sounding like poems especially with that last line which may be one of the best last lines ever 🙂
August 1, 2009 at 10:35 am
poeticgrin
Happy in misery, orgasmic in despair. Right on. Write on.
August 1, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Val
Ah yes, the rollercoaster of love. Isn’t it grand, with all those twists and turns. Even after your ridden it several times…and you know what’s ahead, you just can’t stop yourself from enjoying the terror of it one more time. 😉 Love hurts like fuck too! It shouldn’t. It should be easy. hugs
August 2, 2009 at 8:49 am
mariana
Medicated lady:
“I’m sure we can manage that.”, that sentence said it all, I am sorry to tell you this lady but it s all over now. It shows he doesn´t care much about seing you, and that it causes him little or no emotion to do so.
What you need to learn is to keep your pride, and never ever beg for a guy to stay when you know the relationship is death. Because I think you already learn to distinguish when he does not want you anymore.
You just need to lear to let go of him, and even make him feel sad because he is loosing you.
I think you need to take relations less serious, pretend you are playing a game.
Great text by the way
August 2, 2009 at 8:00 pm
medicatedlady
Love doesn’t just hurt like fuck; it is fuck. Somehow that makes sense to me.
So. Bryan was nice enough to not mention my flair for the personally dramatic and self-imposed insanity today when I told him I had basically spent all weekend with the guy I was sure wouldn’t ding me again, even though he’s dinged me daily since we met and seems to like dinging me. Bryan said, “see? All that worry for nothing.” He had a soothing voice I appreciated. “This is all perfectly normal.” The only thing that makes me happier than love is obsessing, overanalyzing, and freaking out about love. So I’ve been VERY HAPPY of late, dear readers. 😉
And mariana, I have no idea where this leaves me.
August 2, 2009 at 9:00 pm
marianasoffer
this words:
Love doesn’t just hurt like fuck; it is fuck. Somehow that makes sense to me.
leave you standing straight (it is an excelent comment in my opinion)