Saturday, February 18, 2006

Well that was pointless. And now I'm down twenty bucks!

Basically, I'm really quite frustrated. Really, very. Spent the day with Karen, attempted conversation and communication about our relationship. Got nothing. Nada. One sided conversation. And trust me, I waited a long time for any response. Long time silence.

Welp, only response to that was my internal Liam crying "She's playing stupid games, holmes! She ain't never gunna stop doin' this! You ain't need this, you ain't need this at all"

Don't ask me why my internal Liam likes to think of himself as a wigga. I try to keep him quiet, but he brings up the same very good point that Mark and other friends have said.

Okay, maybe not in the exact terms, [others simply said, "She's being a b****, Liam"] but the general idea was there.

I told her how I felt. I finally said everything [well, most of everything. I didn't say that she was being ridiculous and petty] that had been plaguing me for some time. Nothing. No response.

..and there was quite some time and ample opportunity for her to respond.

I wake up this morning feeling incredibly uneasy about it. After a whole lot of mess, it's not supposed to end under such...neutral...terms.

I get an email saying that I hurt her and how our only date was our last and how she should appreciate the irony. [Well that's a lie. We've been out on several dates, but that's beside the point]. Apparently she's loved me and always loved me and that she hopes the next girl I meet won't hurt me as much as I hurt her.

I'm sorry, it's a bit late. I spent half a day with you, giving you ample time and questions trying to find out what was going wrong and how to fix it. You gave me no response, apart from to mundane questions such as "reckon I can park there?"

Congratulations, I feel terrible. I'm pretty sure that's what you wanted. Hooray!

I'll get over it. It's all good.

Also, apparently I should fear the wrath of her myspace people. They're quite emo and live in unfortunate proximity to Brisbane.

...I will be very, very unhappy if she spams my email address.

[P.S: This all happened yesterday. I didn't want to leave her home alone [family were out], but she insisted that she'd be fine. Turns out she sent the emails exactly one hour after I left. One of which titled, "Saturday the 18th, the day you broke up with me."

Bitter much?

See, now I'm incredibly frustrated, guilt is aside now. Apparently she didn't talk [read the second email] because she was trying to think of what to say.

Half a day!

An hour spent waiting in my car for a way to get into her house [locked out], and she said nothing. Though she did borrow my phone to message her sister that she was home and was locked out, but that's probably the indication that she really did want to talk to me. I don't know.

Attempting to move on. Now.]
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