This blog is good because it allows me to look back at how I felt.
To look back and remind myself how difficult it was for me.
To remind me to be harder, more resilient.
These are the things I don’t text them. Things I tell them. Things I don’t Snapchat them.
The things I don’t omit.
I’m not sure how much it works but it helps.
Today I posted a love letter.
I did it to be romantic.
It’s hard to be romantic when they Snapchat you ten minutes later.
Romance is dead.
I post a Snapchat purely for the pleasure of seeing if he’s seen it.
They included that feature for a reason.
Did the makers of Snapchat want us to be sociopaths?
The worst thing about being connected to this community of dating… is seeing someone you’ve dated like someone your datings picture on Instagram.
It’s only when I’m the one who doesn’t get a responding snap, that I feel the power leaving me.
I play power games with Snapchat and my lover.
I’ll get revenge by ignoring his response.
I trust men less if they are well endowed.
This is my last post about A.
He told me I wasn’t willing to go out of my way for anyone.
I have never met A, how is he so right about how selfish I am?