Message in a bottle

Sometimes I wish I was born at a different time. I live really quick, and I'm sure people've even told me to calm down and tae it slow. No, that doesn't mean "OMG I wish I was born when all the Victorian children died of cholera and women were treated as baby pumping shitbags while men do all the silly men stuff!!!!!", what I mean is that I wish I was placed in a timeline where I had more of a chance to be someone, do some things and maybe meet some different people. Perhaps, that might even acertain spending more time with the ones I already have... Had, rather.

No, I didn't have everyone die in some freak population-shrinking virus, and no my family wasn't assassinated by some horrific mafia crime ring, and NO, I'm not a victim of being sent into the vacuums of space alone for the rest of eternity. Put simply, I have boy problems... which means my problems don't exist and I should just get over myself, and as much as I'd really want to there's a disconnected wire that hooks up to the logic unit of my brain.

Luckily for you (unluckily for me), it means you get to sit back and hear quite the comedic tale about some silly bloke who got themselves into a shit situation but didn't bother with trying to get out of it and thus is now suffering the repercussions of their own actions. Truth be told, there's nothing more to say than I was completely at fault for liking some guy who was heavily way out of my league, and reached higher than they could (even with the stepladder). It wasn't even a relationship, and it's not worthy of some 'situationship' label, it was just me acting like some hopelessly romantic fool. Realistically speaking, even if it wasn't my fault, how was I meant to distinguish between being played or playing myself? WAS I even played? I guess I'll never know.

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My name is Mikah, by the way. Since you're here to listen, I might as well be courteous.