I feel awful. Scarily enough that isn’t an exaggeration. I wish it was. I am clearly far too sensitive. I clearly got in way over my head. But at least I have done it. Kind of. And there is still some residual guilt going on in there. So, anyway, I might just have managed to extricate myself from The Situation. And yes, I’m still not a hundred percent sure it is what I want, but that’s because I’m an idiot. I am being sensible now. I shall remain sensible now. And I shall be fine. I shall. Of course, I might be a bit volatile for a few days while I get used to the idea. But I shall be fine.
My night out on Saturday could well prove to be a timely distraction. Of course I might drink too much and disgrace myself, but I won’t go there. Drunken tears are not a good look. And this whole thing is my own fault anyway. Besides, I’ll hardly be inconspicuous in my spangly gangster dress. I shall keep my composure. I shall not let this get me down. I am above such things. There, my new mantra (not that I had one before. I am above such things.
And I will try not to be dumb enough to get involved with anyone like this again. Celibacy. I must embrace celibacy. My sanity demands it.
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