I don’t know why I keep putting myself through the same bullshit time and time again. It’d be nice if I could keep the idea in my head that past friendships are past friendships for a reason, and quit trying to salvage them. It’s not worth it. It’s boring. It’s dramatic. It’s exhausting, and it’s expensive. Even still, nothing in the world pisses me off more than making plans and getting blown off for my ex-girlfriend.
P.S. 23 days!
