the boy disappeared. he stopped calling. i still don't know why, and honestly, the lack of closure is making me a little upset. but there are many things that i learned as a result of him, so i'm finding it a little easier than i thought to come to terms with it all. i gave him every opportunity i could think of to be honest with me, but he chickened out. i guess he had his own issues to work out.
it's disappointing. i liked the guy. oh well. i'm grateful for the time we had.
i started running after it ended, which feels amazing. it's something that i've wanted to do forever, but never felt like i had the strength for it. i even went on another date with a different guy, who i had absolutely no attraction for.
and then i freaked out a little this week, and regressed back into my eat-everything-sleep-all-day pattern. so much for the progress.
i don't know. i feel a little lost. and a little alone in the world.
