I would like to congratulate myself on having allowed another guy to eat my brain and my life and all possibility for productive activity.

Thank you so much self, your judgment has always and consistently led me astray.

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I sent him that email this morning, and it was basically a baring of myself. No reply. I haven't gotten a real live message from him since last Thursday. This is--this is...I don't even know what to call this. What the hell do you call this. Can he just tell me to fuck off so I'll stop moping and lying around the house after work like a useless sack of human emotions.

Actually, I wish I had sent him the other version of the email instead, which was filled with profanity and more embarrassing confessions from the heart.

Someone slap some fucking sense into me please.