I’m starting to think that the problem with my (love) life is… me. Maybe if I was a little less assuming, cared less or was a little less dramatic, things would actually be different for once.
Remember that story which I didn’t want to go into? Well I’m still not going into it (sorry!), but let’s just say that’s all over and it’s stupid and basically just… me.
I was once again assuming the worse of every situation, creating dramatic sceneries in my head and just assumed the worse of everything. But it’s all good. I think some things (and some people) just need time… when the time is right, they will come forward.
Tone down the drama, Clayton!!! o.O
