Dear Die-ary...

WHY MUST I BE TORMENTED IN THIS WAY

OH GOD, WHY

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand relax.

Oy vey. I spent a very, very wonderful weekend with my dear Rob (le boyfriend). He even met my mother and she approved, somehow. She never approves of my friends. Rob and I went out for dinner, watched some films, and had takeaway pizza for lunch the next day. And we also did plenty of [this section has been removed by the blogger.com moderators].

Anyway, that's not the problem. Well, in a way, I guess it is. What I'm getting at is, it's all tooooo perfect; I am not used to it at all. And this worries me intensely. I guess I am far too used to people being very strict and unfair towards me; having someone treat me as if I matter in this sordid little world is rather unsettling.

Of course, this does not mean that I shall leave him. That would be irrational and uncalled for, and highly unfair on Rob, and I would never want it to happen anyway. Besides, that would by no means remedy my situation, for I pine for the attention again the moment I leave his place, and sends me into a spiralling depression which is supposed to have been eradicated through the treatment of drugs I have undergone during the past several months. It's as if he is my prozac.

God, I am a mess.

What the FUCK holy FUCK why the FUCK did I leave this blog? This blog was awesome.

I cannot summarise my life during the past two years in a couple of paragraphs. Well, I can try. I've been pretty much foreveralone at University, and due to health reasons had to quit during the second year, and I'm due to go back at the end of the month.

Actually, that was a summary, wasn't it? Boo.

Anyway, this post marks the day I managed to acquire a boyfriend. And by 'boyfriend' I don't mean by title only, an imaginary friend, mud guy, or a boy I met on the bus and decided that saying 'hello' to him warranted a full-blown relationship. No, I mean a 'proper' boyfriend. How the bloody hell did that happen? I'm not even sure. This is weird. I'm not the type who's a good girlfriend. And I'm socially awkward as fuck. As a golden example, after I french-kissed said boyfriend (I suck at frenching, by the way), I blurted out "I'M ALL WET" (meaning my lips). Of course, he has a great sense of humour, so he didn't cough and run out of the room, spraying milk out of his nose everywhere.

Aaand I think that's far too much information for one day.