I unblocked her and she pulled this bullshit. She texted me yesterday to say she misses me but wants to be friends and I texted her now to basically tell her off, but I softened because I still fucking care. Anyway, she wasn’t even the one responding to my texts, her friend was. Which makes me feel shitty because she obviously can’t even be bothered to answer my texts herself. She said she wanted to meet for coffee, so I was trying to coordinate but apparently she has shit to do tomorrow morning and will text me when she’s done. Nice. I see that I’m still not a priority, nothing has changed.
target hasn’t posted the new schedule but it expires today so if I work tomorrow I have no way of knowing send help update: I called in and i’m not working tomorrow whoop whoop
today’s been good. she wrote this in the back of the journal she brought me from her trip and I read it without feeling a pang. I’m also just sick of being all grouchy, so I’m doing stuff that reminds me that I was whole before her and that the way she left says more about her than it does about me.
the good thing about heartache is that writers thrive on it; the journal she-who-shall-not-be-named gave me is now a place for me to be dramatic as fuck. feeling lots better today, but will still accept offers for free ice cream and tissues and hugs