Well I can't say things are much better. I mean they are regarding the things I wrote about last time. I am not pregnant, which is clearly good. I also quit Subway, which in itself made me feel a hundred times better about everything. My internship is going well, which is good. They've given me my first feature article to write and I'm stressed about it, but excited as well.

The thing I'm pissed about is myself. I've reverted to exactly where I was a year ago. A year ago I was the girl who freaks out if a guy didn't call or text her back. I was the girl always wondering and getting hurt by guys who dangled shit in from of my face and made me ram myself into a big glass window. It sucked. Over the year I've grown to not care about guys and whether or not they called or whatever.

Well I met a guy a few weeks ago and we met up for the first time last week. It was cool. We went to a bar, he bought us some drinks, made good with my roomate and then came back to watch a movie at my place. Nothing happened...he left after the movie and he hugged me and all that. Two days later we hung out again and I ended up falling asleep at his house and whatever. He asked me if I wanted to come to his softball game that weekend. I said I would if I could. The day of the game I told him I wasn't going to be able to make it, but I hoped he would have fun and wished him good luck. I haven't heard from him since, and it's confusing the hell out of me. I just don't fucking get it and it's depressing the fuck out of me.