Greetings :) I've returned from the unknown. Yeah I got a little bored with my life and thought 'everyone is making a return to blogging' so I thought to myself 'How about I make a return' so here I am.
End of friendly greeting.
At the moment I am hating, and I mean hating, the word love. I see it everywhere I go. Work, College, the Town Centre, Bowling Alley, Cinema and even at home. It is like there is a post-it note stuck to my forehead saying 'loner loner loner' and that everyone who is in love needs to constantly rub it in my face. Well guess what 'I got care about your happiness and so what blah blah blah. It might end one day.' I know that sounds really harsh but it is reality and people need to realise that. It just winds me up seeing everyone happy.
The reason why I am so 'anti-love' at the moment is because it just brings back bad memories of a previous relationship I had. He was the perfect gentleman ever, he'd text me constantly to see how I was, called me twice a week, took me to the cinema and bowling and also got along brilliantly with my parents. But then that started to fade away after the 3rd month of us being together. The texts dropped down to 1 text a week, the calls ended completely, there were no trips to the cinema or the bowling alley and he had an argument with my father. This made me realise 'why is he doing this?' I then knew I had to carry out an investigation of my own to find out the cause of all this. So one day I spoke to his best friend on the phone who told me everything. He said that the guy had met another girl his own age -he was 2 years older than me- and that he thought she was funnier than me. Fair point because I do not find myself funny. He then said he couldn't be bothered to constantly text me all the time as it made him feel too clingy but I was fine with that, meant I didnt have to delete my inbox every week. But after that I just broke down because he then said that the guy found me boring and irritating to talk to and felt I was too immature to actually be with anyone at all. After that I told his best friend I didnt feel able to speak so I hung up and carried on crying my eyes out.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I thought I had found the perfect guy but it was all a lie. He didn't 'love me' at all. It was as if he was using me and I kind of wish it was him who told me all this, not his best friend. Ever since, I've not spoken to either.
Ever since that day, I haven't been with anyone else. Maybe it's a sign that I'm not pretty and/or lively to be with anyone. And this all happened 3 and a half years ago. =[
Hello life with 27 cats. (Y)
And thats my reason why I am hating love. Darn thing.
Come back tomorrow and I'd write a positive one :) I promise
xxx
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