I got tagged by the lovely Zuzula.
I AM: Not coping.
I WANT: Him to run back to me and admit he's made the biggest mistake of his life.
I WISH: I'd never told him how I feel.
I HATE: myself right now, and him to a lesser degree.
I FEEL: overwhelmingly depressed.
I MISS: His jokes. And him calling me Popsicle.
I FEAR: I will feel sad forever.
I HEAR: My colleague coughing her lungs out, my boss murmuring to himself.
I WONDER: whether He thinks of me.
I REGRET: ever meeting Him.
I AM NOT: the best company right now.
I DANCE: usually on bar counters or at karaoke bars.
I CRY: lately, all the fucking time.
I'M NOT ALWAYS: this miserable or pathetic.
I MAKE WITH MY HANDS: clenched fists holding wads of tear-stained tissue.
I WRITE: about heartache and pain.
I CONFUSE: myself by assuming that feelings should be reciprocated.
I NEED: A double gin and tonic.
I SHOULD: just get over myself.
I TAG: Godsgimp, Jam, Suavebona. (And anyone else who feels the need.)