So I'm having a shit day. I was supposed to be meeting that boy today. You know the sweet, cute, sexy, beautiful one I talked about. I was meant to be meeting him at 11, and at 10 to he texts me saying he can't make it. The closest thing I've gotten to an explanation is that he'll 'talk to me later'.

I'm trying to stay positive about this, at least until I know more. I mean at least it's possible that he might have a decent explanation, which is the only thing stopping me from being a COMPLETE mess right now, but I'm close. But other than that slight vague hope I'm left feeling stood up, rejected, hurt, betrayed and fucked around with in general.

This sort of thing seems to happen to me a lot. And there is one thing I've learned. There is nothing worse than no answer at all. Nothing. I don't care if they don't think I'd like what they have to say or they don't think I'd understand. I would just be nice to know something, anything. At least if he'd just say I could start moving on or whatever. But for now I can't, I'm just stuck with this tiny little burden of hope that is enough to exist on, but not to live.