Had an unbirthday party last night. It was nice, I was grateful to everyone who turned out, but I think I need to stop having parties, because I always get depressed when everyone leaves at the end.
Went out with The Boy for a couple of hours today. It was probably the most platonic visit I've ever had with somebody. I don't know how to resolve this issue though, because the more I think about it, the more convinced I grow of my placement in the friendzone, and the more afraid I am to either tell him or be bold and just touch his wiener. It's a winless scenario.
Now I'm going to have a sad nap.
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