I'm making it.

I did it.

I made it through the whole night without making any phone calls. I stayed my hot ass right at home where it's safe.

I'm so proud of myself.

I didn't even solicit myself to the un-crush. So I'm doing damn good, actually. He draws the truth outta me like too much Smirnoffs. So I have to be ultra careful when I talk to him. He's so damn interesting though. I mean, like for really interesting. Not just because I want to do him. He's lead one hell of a life. I really admire him now, more than I did before. And this ain't on no crush shit. Even if I didn't like him, I'd have to respect him just because of what he's seen and lived. But since I do like him, the shit is ultra sexy. Lawd have mercy.

All in all, I still didn't sleep. But I'm no worse for the wear considering I haven't really slept in a week anyway. At least I've almost stopped hating myself.

I would mention the ex, but it's hopeless with him. He will eternally be sexy, he will eternally smell good, and I will eternally love him. But I'll be damned if I sign myself up for a lifetime of half-ass love on his part. No thanks. Its all the love or none. So it's a done deal in a real way.

Well lemme get to work.