I seem to have gone and fallen for a man who is very good at leading me on and letting me dream that there’s hope for us, when I should know better. I should definitely know better. I should know to back off, but I can’t. I watch myself behave around him and I want to yell at myself to stop being such a hopeless idiot in his presence; that I’m so much BETTER than this, that I am not a chaser. I have wasted enough tears despairing over being in the friend zone one week, and someone he wants to be with the next, only to have it repeat again and again. I curse men, but more than that, I curse my own stupidity. It hurts. It hurts, so much.
