for nothing

i survived! she told me it would only take two days and i was expecting a week. i thought to myself, well maybe i'll forget about it. and i did! during school, during french, i forgot about it.

what in my pre-SSRI days threatened to become an obsession of arbitrarily-assigning-values-to-corners proportions (due to the lack of anything else to obsess over - no religion, the EX was far-away, no crushes, no hobbies) today is all dealt with and taken care of! i thought it would horrible, the anticipation; i even kept telling myself i wasn't ready yet to deal with the anticipation yet i would lie awake at night worrying that my swollen glands were actually telling a story bleaker than moving-back-home disease.

but today i thought, there, you see? it wasn't bad at all! god, all this worrying for nothing!

and i would break out in a cold sweat anytime someone would suggest that the ex might have been bisexual.