Running On Fumes

Am still reeling from the fatwa'ing schedule I had this week --- oh well. Same old , same old.
Read this article about "How To Let Go of The One Who Got Away". Not exactly a shocker as it offered advice that I already know but it did give affirmation that maybe, I was right.

"...In some ways we are probably just experiencing what every man has suffered since the dawn of time: you can’t always get what you want.This can be a very disturbing realisation. After all, don’t we live in a culture that tells us we can have anything we want, as long as we are prepared to chase it?Combined with a common belief that “The One” is wandering out there somewhere, with only our heart etched on his sleeve, the realisation of lost love can feel like a death blow..."

Am having wierd flashbacks. Of taking a practical exam with one of my former English teachers, of my old job in a former company, of all the embarassing moments that I had with those I presumed to have fallen for (and had gotten away)...

It is true.

I AM GOOD LUCK CHUCK!

Seriously, I am.

BUT I DON'T FATWA'ING MIND BECAUSE I AM COOL! YEAH!

Whatever.

Whoever I like will get married in a years time.

Proven 4x. In fact, when V finally left, I said that in a years time he would be getting married.

I am so right.

Did the shameful and looked him up in Google. Ha ha. Idiot.

Going back to the old cure of work, sleep, anti-social behavior and more work.

Also deleted Say Goodnight and Go by Imogen Heap. It's just so him and so me.

If I wake up and have him still in my head, I will not curse my fate --- it's pointless and a waste of time.

Now if I can only sleep.