Fuck it

I feel sick.

He did cancel. 

How did I know it? 

 

I just, don’t know what to do really. He did sound sincerely sorry but it doesn’t help with the crushing disappointment. I should just, stay away shouldn’t I. He’s bad news.

 

I asked if I could drop something over to him for a minute or two, I guess I’m setting myself for a failure. I know that if he says know, he’s an idiot. And then I guess I should just leave it. Leave it forever.

I can’t cry at work, which is probably for the best. Just means another evening to plough through alone. I’ll just have to watch a long film and hope it’ll take my mind off it all.

 

He tried to call, said he felt awful texting it through, said he had to be in super early tomorrow as all his bosses were off, had too much to do. I understand it, it’s just kind of upsetting. And now the remaining two hours will surely drag as I await his response. Maybe he won’t even reply. God. Probably not. 

 

Let it go, you’re better than all of this anyway, you know it deep down…