I come back from vegas, and now I'm single.
A definite WTF moment...
Vegas was almost uneventful. I mean seriously, I didn't watch the Pacquiao fight, I didn't really get to enjoy myself at the club, I didn't get to hang out with dre (my GOOD LONG TIME FRIEND) for more than 3 minutes, I didn't place AT ALL during the competition...
ALL EVENTS PLANNED DIDN'T ACTUALLY HAPPEN!
And the one event that was pretty dramatic: the break up.
God, help me get through this phase. How do I find the right answers? I wish he'd find the energy to care for me. I wish things were different. But this is reality... it doesn't change--even on vacations--apparently.
I want to be in control, and I find myself falling out. I'm a mess right now. I refuse to believe he does not think of me. And if I'm right, I hope he shows me--I hope he comes through...
Something tells me this is it. Fuck.
returning for the night,
RAE.
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