I hate how, for some reason, my brain tells me not to call and not to e-mail. I hate how I'm so obsessed with not seeming needy or too anxious. I hate how all this waiting makes me feel needy and anxious. I hate that every woman and magazine tells me what I'm doing is the right choice. I hate that you're not online, and I'd rather do a million things than stare at my buddy list hoping you'll appear.
I hate how none of this feels right.
It should be easier, shouldn't it?
-s1