Ain't Nobody Gonna Tell Us To Go, Cos This Is Our Show.

It's about fucking time. The day has come where HPguy doesn't make me happy. He doesn't make me happy, he doesn't make me sad.. he doesn't make me feel anything at all. Nothing. Thank fucking god. Bye, HPguy. After all of that, nothing happened and it really wasn't worth it, but... he's still something kinda special as far as guys go. Whoever he eventually ends up with once he stops being emotionally stunted i.e. borderline asexual is going to be pretty lucky, but it's not going to be me, and that honestly doesn't bother me even a little. It took so long to get to this point, but I guess the more you care about someone and the longer you liked them, the more time it takes to leave all of it behind.

Given certain recent, disgusting, Irish happenings in combination with the 100% non-success/disaster rate of my attempts at having some sort of relationship or even securing a date, I am currently of the opinion that I will never sleep with or give two shits about anyone of the male variety ever, ever again. But I can live with that. The important thing is that for the moment, for the first time in a while, everything's sweet.