So before Guy F and I got into it and stopped talking, the last conversation I had with him was about his favorite cookies which are Chips Ahoy. Also, about if "Drunk In Love" by Beyonce was his favorite song because he played it each and every time I was with him. First off let me say that I particularly don't like Chips Ahoy. I like Oreos. I also did not necessarily like the song. Needless to say, on Christmas Eve I subconsciously bought Chips Ahoy. I really wanted some cookies and at the time I saw Chips Ahoy so I wanted them. When I got home I sat there pondering for about 45 minutes why I had bought Chips Ahoy and I do not like them. Then, it dawned on me! I talked to Guy F about friggin Chips Ahoy the night before I went to the store. So now i'm stuck with a package of cookies that I don't even like, and I can't stop listening to this song. It's actually quite catchy. I also understand why he played it every time I was in his presence. I understand so much now. All this on top of still feeling bad. Although I don't think I should feel bad. He let me leave. Then again, it's not like I put up much of a fight to get him to talk to me. I could have done more, but so could he. He let me give up and walk away. Angry or not, if he really cared he would have at least talked to me. Or maybe he just thinks I will come back. That I will attempt to talk to him again. I think i'm going to hold out this time. It's time for me to grow some balls and actually do what I say i'm going to do. No use in wasting my time planning all of this and then not following through with it, right?
....I need professional help lol. I really love writing, but this is supposed to help. It just confuses me more. Maybe I should write it in fiction form. I plan to do that one day anyway. Write a book. I love to write. Words are beautiful. I should have never given up on my poetry. I need to write more. My goal was to improve my poetry immensely. I plan to take a poetry class before I graduate. Hopefully I can make it happen. Maybe I will take a creative writing class as well. I'll contemplate it.
Until next time...
-Signed,
Love
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