The thought of him makes me nauseated. I don't think that's a good thing: it's not like butterflies nauseated, it's like, sorry I think I have to go throw up now :( That can't be a good thing. I've been having a lot of psychosomatic things going on these days; this is one of the signs. The signs that say NO, he's bad news. No wonder I had a thing for him way back when.
At least maybe I'll finally get my wish: I'll be able to reject him. Talk about ghosts from the past. Anyway, if I'm honest with myself I'll say that it definitely doesn't feel great, but it's better than feeling awful later. I can't believe the compliment he gave me, too. Not like I didn't already know, but... how shallow! how superficial!... It had nothing to do with my looks or personality. Ahem.
I am a very awkward person!!
The rest of the week was spent trying to deal, and promising myself not to get that drunk ever again around someone I don't even like anymore who couldn't care less. Right. Note to self.
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