Regression

I’m waiting by my phone. Actually waiting by the fucking phone. Something is very wrong here.

Also dwelling on minutiae, going repeatedly over a single set of memories, and oscillating rapidly between helpless grins and a general listlessness. I’m a sad, silly girl, and apparently I don’t care enough to do much about it right now. Occasionally the thought occurs that the phone might ring, and that might somehow make it all magically better. *sigh*

Boys are stupid.

I’m stupider.

Somebody kick me.