Unhealthy Obsession

I can't help myself. I actually love him. I feel like I am in high school all over again.

My siblings were the ones that introduced me to him. And HOT DAMN - he is beautiful.

I watch a lot of American TV shows (some of which most of you probably don't care for but hey, they entertain me!) which include One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl (how HOT is Chuck Bass), Lost (when it was on), How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory to name a few. There's still so many to watch but I have recently started watching The Vampire Diaries.

Set in a small town in American, it tells the story (so far) of two Vampire brothers who come back to said small town and the story progresses about their history and how it relates to the modern world and how everything and everyone is pretty much linked together. And enter Damon Salvatore - the elder vampire brother. The "bad" guy of the two. The charmer, the one that feasts on humans. The one who proclaims to have no feelings (yes I know he's a vampire so he probably doesn't!) but has been hurt by love. Played by the gorgeous Ian Somerhalder, Damon Salvatore is so hot it actually hurts me and that in the last 48 hours, I have managed to watch season 1 (22 episodes) and get up to date with season 2 (5 episodes). It's taken over my life and I can't get enough.



Yes, I'm sad. But I challenge you to watch it and not fall for him! Edward Cullen who?!

Dignity

Whilst at the cash point waiting for some money, the wind decides to put me in a very Marilyn Monroe-esque moment by shooting up my skirt and leaving me scrambling around trying to preserve my dignity (of which I am sure that I have absolutely none now!) whilst trying to ensure that no one runs off with the newly withdrawn cash.

Not pretty and definitely not cool!

Problem

Following this, I didn't swear off men. It would have been the best thing to do considering that I was an emotional wreck.

But I didn't. That doesn't mean I actively went out looking to meet someone. But I did. Meet someone. And it looks as though getting attached to people and wearing my heart on my sleeve is more of a hindrance and a problem than anything else.

Answered

Your call.

I shouldn't have.

Frequent Flyer

October 28 2010 - November 02 2010: Frankfurt

Somewhere in the middle of November: Paris

November 25 2010 - November 28 2010: Athens

Beginning of December: Budapest

True Friendship

Shoulder to cry on?

Pledging to take down your worst enemy alongside you?

Ensuring you're not a walking fashion disaster every time you go out?

Holding your hair back whilst you throw up after a night out?

Telling you that he's not good enough for you?

No.

True friendship? Being able to discuss your toilet habits unabashedly.

Inability

I don't know if I have it in me to put myself out there. To allow my heart to get hurt. I believe that good things happen to good people. And good things come to those who wait. But sometimes I question that if good things were to happen to me, then I wouldn't be the way God made me. Or how long am I supposed to wait.

I know I'm not alone in heartbreak - the blogs I read tell me that. And it pains me. I know that we're better off in some instances. But how can I believe the advice that I try to tell them when I hardly believe it myself?

I hate myself for feeling sorry for myself. But I can't help myself.