It's just to organise thoughts, really.
Ex has blocked me on FB.
I realised this a few hours after I asked him to stop texting me about the Rainbow Slag, because it was just getting me all angry and I have enough anger in my life without adding her to it.
She is, apparently, getting a tattoo of a potato.
This is the kind of thing that makes me want to have a nice deep sigh and massage the little dips on either side of my nose where my eye sockets are.
I do not think a potato can look good as a tattoo.
Unless you give it a face and legs and arms and things, it will basically just look like she has had a turd tattooed on.
I think if I liked her, I would tell her to not get a tattoo of a potato.
She will probably regret it fairly quickly, too.
I honestly think that his blocking of me is a little rude.
I have tried quite hard, really, to make it so that we didn't hate each other.
My beautiful friends assure me that a good friendship between exes is impossible.
I'd like to think that this isn't true.
I am, however, sensible enough to know that it probably is.
It's just pissed me off a little though, that he has blocked me.
I can understand his reasons why, but I would have liked some kind of apology email, such as the one I sent him when I blocked him.
At least I explained myself, apologised for the fact that I didn't want to hear from him anymore.
Had I been told, I would have minded less.
As it stands, I am a little hurt.
The friends, however, will probably think that this is a good thing.
They felt, yesterday, that it was probably best for me to break off contact with him.
I do see their point.
But now I won't know how his doctor's appointment went, and I do actually care what happens to him.
I'd rather not be all underhanded and go through his mates, or get Sarah to go ask Matt who will ask a different Matt who will ask Ex.
It's just too complicated.
I will probably have to go through Etsy.
Oh God.
I have GOT to stop caring.
:(
Had about two minutes there where I just gazed around the library.
I do not feel any better, and instead feel a little bit like crying.
Again.
Sick of crying, tbh.
Going to go out tonight, go to work tomorrow, go to, ahem, "Adam" 's on Sunday, and just have a break from thinking about it, because the more I think about it the more upset I get and I am done with being upset.
I do think that it is maybe more me missing his best mate presence than anything else. I can cope without kissing and cuddles and sex (though I'd rather not) but I now have very few people who I can talk about fit girls and space and good music and family with.
Right. Whilst I feel that crying is good for the soul, and I should not have to put restrictions on myself, I am going to STOP blogging because breaking down in a library full of chavs is a terrible idea, and there is no-one nice within close range to cuddle up to.
I shall do my crying on my own time.
Right.
<3 to all XXXXXXXX
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