Nothing says ‘unrequited love’ louder than an unanswered text.
And it leaves me wondering, unable to move from my bed, kept in place from the weight that is my utter confusion. My thoughts, all repetitive, don’t bring me any closer to a comforting conclusion. And as my emotions morph from anger, to embarrassment, to hope, and back to anger again, I begin to feel worse and worse about myself.
“Whats wrong with me that would make Preston change his mind all of a sudden?”
I quickly think through the variety of crash diets I can start today, just as future prevention.
I know I’m being ridiculous, but I can’t help it. Rejection has always been one of my greatest fears, and it dissuades me from putting myself out there again for a long time to come. Rejection is failures more emotional counterpart, and I hate them both equally.
I’m dying to call him. To end this uncertainty. But I’d consider calling borderline stalker.
Thats it.
I’m loosing 10lbs.
And forever taking text messaging off my phone bill.