She seeks refuge in the only place she can. Her blog. She hates the word blog, it sounds like nothing but here she is pouring her heart out. Yet again, she's so confused and doesn't know what to think about him. She would email him and confront him about it, but knows that probably wouldn't be the best choice. She feels betrayed, and knows his betrayal wasn't on purpose, but at the same time that makes it worse.
Christmas party...he didn't say...coffee...he didn't say...made his February...rebound....breakfast....talks...emails.....jokes....wine....books....films....tshirts....nothing....reading into every look....her fault...empty....hugs....smiles....laughter....txts....an ommition can be a lie...and she hated a lie the most, so how does he live by that?
she's embaressed more than anything, believing that he could care, but then why would he? Why, because apparently three months, only three months ago he was in love. And she was thinking of him.
She loves being that girl who these people learn from, and each time they take a little bit more of her with them. So what happens when she has nothing left to give. This is pathetic, she's only 18 and feels like nothing.