At a club in NE Philly. Everyone's getting numbers, a couple people tried to dance with me, I don't care. All I keep thinking about is the fact that Ben refused to answer my question-laden email, he refused to hang out with me tonight, and he isn't going to call me today.
How did things degenerate to this point?
I feel as though I'm finally resigning myself to the fact (as I'm certain it is a fact) that Ben and I will never get back together. I just can't stop moping and feeling miserable over that fact. I don't want to be with anyone else. What the fuck was I thinking??
At least I have Derek and Joe looking out for me and keeping me company. :/
God. If only...