Let's talk about it, eh?

You know. I blog all nerdy like. And I am getting edumacated to become a psychologist. But when it comes to "Talk About It" like the serious talk-talk that needs to be had sometimes? I am gone. I HATE it. And seeing as I just broke off a relationship where we had to TALK about everything because apparently EVERYTHING was a HUGE problem with us because ONE of us and I won't mention names except it was not me and it starts with a P and ends with aul, was one huge-ass whiner.

Anyways. I am TIRED of talking things through. No more talk. From now on, instead, I will leave subtle hints on my blog for everyone I know to read and pick up. If you think it is about you? It probably is. I think that is the most mature and conciderate thing to do. Untill school starts up again, I claim the right to NOT talk about it, I am single fresh out of the box and I am ENTITLED to be selfish and careless. Right? You Guys? Yes?

And then? Now? There is this other guy? And I won't tell you anything because innernet is not a place to post this right now. But. I got the signs he wanted to TALK. And me? I bailed. I called Marianne so that I would be busy, sorry, cannot talk with you now darlin. And do you know what I did? Being the girl I am? I told Marianne everything I should have told this guy. Marianne, who does not know half the story, if anything, got a long talk about all my feelings and viewpoints. Or lack thereof. Because that's it. Right now. I Do Not Care. Honest. The road split and I stopped and waited for someone to give me a lift. Wherever. I kind of like it.

But when the summer holiday is over I will become responsible again. I promise. And make funny blogposts like a good girl, and not just longwinded ones about my personal life with no dirty details at all.