forget it

still waiting to catch up. brain still knows it. still waiting. defeated by a giggle - that's all she does, that's all she is. one big walking giggle. kevin still picked her over me. this means 1) he is a worthless f*ck without a brain or 2) i need a lobotomy. for caring. both? okay.

never been the man-hating type, but i'm so disappointed with the conversation i had with marc last night, i'm so tempted so say fuck all of them. Just when you think you've stumbled upon a nice, normal guy, he wigs out over a simple question. i favor the direct approach, complete with eye contact when appropriate, but i guess i should keep in mind that "appropriate" is subjective.

i am single. really, truly, fully. regardless of things that don't concern me: i am not going to put up with a person who doesn't know how to intercept and answer a straightforward and pertinent question coming from someone who deserves a simple answer in return. in fact, i'm not going to put up with much anymore. because i don't have to. because i don't want to. no games, no strings, no condescending down-talk from overconfident, judgmental people. no "friendship" on the terms of exes who hope i'm so desperate for their company that i'll put up with the whore they chose over me.

i'd rather be alone.

and i am.

time to embrace it.