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Still trying to play it cool with bookshop goth. This must be what giving up smoking feels like, in a sense. The act of not doing something becomes something to do in itself. An activity you do purely by doing nothing: "so what have you been up to recently?" "not contacting him". Fingers grow itchy with not being allowed to send texts or emails, and I grow irrationally annoyed at the fact he doesn't use msn. Consulting two separate friends for advice, one says (gently) that he has clearly lost interest in being anything more than friends and I should give up and walk away with as much grace as I can muster. The other says he is just being a boy, this is what boys do, they are always rubbish at texting back, he probably still does fancy me and I just need to make him realise this. Coincidently, the two friends do not get on, as a result of thier differeing relationships with a third friend (who I suppose is probably more of a close aquaintace. I wonder if this is somehow related to thier differeing points of advice? But I digress.
Oh, Gawd. I'm pursueing a 29 year old divorcee who works in retail, likes Hawkwind and cocaine, and has a roxy music fetish. This is probably indicative as to why my life is such that I am currently lying in bed at half one in the afternoon unemployed, struggling to remember what day of the week it is. My mental health has taken a bit of a nosdive recently, no doubt this isn't helping