I don't quite know if I'm over it yet--this feeling of being used but still happy I can make myself presentable after messing around with my "ex"'s best friend. I question why I get into these things even though I know much of the answer lies in my need to feel cared for...like I'm not an expendable entity, which I tend to believe people are in general. Why do I care so much how people view me? I try so hard to be an outstanding citizen. I act amiably with everyone, except my roommates sometimes. I'm not the type to hold grudges because I like to get over conflict immediately. You have to let it run its course, then move on.
I know not all of my tears today were about my missing my flight and having to stay at the airport for twelve hours on standby until I could finally get on another. Some may have been caused by the behavior of a certain boy. Does he care? Probably not. I've learned to give up on him, and I'm sure others will feel the same way after getting to know him and having to feel the way I did when he ignored my wishes and led me on. Fool me once...
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