Forget it.

Square one.

A familiar place. Just not on Tuesday mornings.

That motherfucker wouldn't call me back or take the time to choose between confirming and denying my facebook friend request, so I pulled the friend request. I should probably block him too, which I had to do in order to drop the request anyway.

I forgot that good love relationships probably don't start with a drunk moment. Doesn't matter who was or wasn't drunk. Of course he wouldn't call me back. But whatever happened to at least giving me the light of day?

Whatever. I don't have the time to wait for myself to feel needier and needier. Shithead.

Maybe in the morning my abstract algebra will solve itself...

until then, another Friday where I hope to receive love. Wait, I've got the time in the wrong order. Unfortunately, so does my imagination.

Can't wait for love... but why is it so hard to meet people who really want it? everyone needs it...