A good night's sleep and still bitter

on the panda trail!
There was a long pause before starting to type here. I think I'll make this short as I have a drawing studio at 8.30.

A friend of mine's ex has found some fluff on the side. Good. But my friend felt jealous and chucked a fit. While it was a shitty thing that had happened to her as she had to move out of there (was temporarily staying there because she stacked her car and had to get to work), it is the best thing that could have happened for both of them. It set the boundary and I wish them both well in moving on.

Now that's the philosophical and logical me...

The emotioinal me became very insecure at the fact that this goes on and I had realised that my behaviour towards Jesse lately was extrememly unfounded and he didn't deserve it. I had a lot to say last night and I didn't get to say it. It's true what they say, the opposite to love is not hate, but ignorance and indifference.

Well I feel like the window has gone. I just feel sour and bitter that I got ignored and I am looking forward to going home to yea and just emptying my mind of all the sickly green goo that has been poisoning it (and replacing it with a few alcoholic beverages).

Hopefully this drawing studio will pick me up a bit. I love to draw from life.