this week i finally got over my crush of like nine months who a) i'm pretty sure has a girlfriend anyway, b) doesn't really know i exist, and c) i'm not even really friends with anyway
& it's super freeing! i am SO PLEASED
but now my heart is suddenly like "so remember how you're a sucker for well-spoken boys in suits? REMEMBER THAT? & remember how your wonderful yet very unwise choice of clubs forces you to interact with LOTS OF THOSE BOYS?"
honestly at this point i should just resign myself to the fact that my heart will be actively working against me for the rest of my life