dear diary
today was an incredibly boring day, you can't even imagine. i woke up late, around 11:30am and then had breakfast, went to walk my dog for an half an hour and then went back home and it was already around 1 pm. The time passes by so fast when you are free and can do whatever you want but when you are in school or at work, like freaking 5 minutes feel like forever. it's so weird.
i decided today, since it was shit weather and i was bored, i could prep for school and do the things my friend gave me, she is already in the third year of the same apprenticeship so i guess it'll help me a lot to look through them and omg i am so fucked lol so i took the chance to actually do a study day. sounds boring as fuck, it is boring as fuck, but whatever, i really want to be great in school and get good grades. since not only me is going to see the grades, my boss as well. so i want to make my boss and my team proud, of me being so good in school. is that an good motivation? i mean, of course i want to make myself proud as well but somehow i am more motivated when i think about my boss praising me for being such a good student and a good worker. i actually love going to work. i am rather at work than at home, bc of my mom. i wish i could take my dog and cat with me to work and live there, i swear. it's so weird, but that's how i feel. so i studied pretty much all day, 4 subjects to be ready for all the homework and papers from the school. because the school is super hard apparently. which makes me a bit nervous.
but another funny thing happened, which i kinda saw coming to be fair. a little backstory for you guys.
so 3-4 months ago i met this guy from ukraine on reddit (like okay lmao) and we clicked immediately. we talked about everything pretty much and every day. like every day and night. it was cute but deep inside of me i knew this will be for nothing to be honest because it was too good to be the true. he was perfect, literally his personality, his interests, his looks and he was the full package. only he lived in another country, ukraine. we both confessed having a crush on each other and so we kinda went even in depth in our little "long distance relationship", if i can even call it that, and i noticed some flaws in him. like he still used two dating apps, okcupid and tinder, even though he was talking to me and he told me he doesn't talk to anyone else and i even caught him being online on okcupid. that's another fun story. my friend and i decided to see if he'd reply to our catfish account and WOWOW imagine he did. i called him out on that and he called me "jealous". which maybe i was (?) but i thought i wasn't in the wrong because he told me he didn't talk to anyone else and replied within a day to another girl on okcupid, which is actually my friend and i. anyways, after the dispute we chilled a bit and we became somewhat distant and around that time i had my third surgery done, unexpected. i was in shock and super afraid and since i trusted him and i knew he'd be there for me i relied on him. but guess what, he started to ignore me.
he started to ignore me after i got home from the surgery and i am need of mental support bc i literally couldn't walk and i felt depressed as fuck
like i don't even know to say, i realized then he was a complete asshole and he was an cowardly, simple as that.
and who'd guessed, he messaged me today, after exactly one month.
i got my surgery done 29th of July and he messaged me today, the 1st of August. *hilarious*
He was like, oh I am an asshole, I am sorry, blah blah blah.
This is what I wrote him.and that was it. i deleted his chat immediately and he hasn't messaged me more, which is fine. i am over him anyways.
with the other guy, we talked about portugal and stuff like that. i really won't take too much time and all with talking to him online, i think it'd be best if we just met and talked in person. and that's around the 12th. we'll see how that goes. so he won't be able to come to the festival, bc the festival is around the 5th. but whatever. it's not big of a deal haha
til tomorrow.
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