as nice as it is to be back in UK, the one bad side of being back at uni is that there is a risk of running into my neighbour aka former crush (aka the guy who pretended to like me just to have sex with me) on every step

and i’m pretty much over him, i mean it was just a crush so i don’t really care that much, but then the thought that i was just one of a bunch of girls he slept with and then forgot about kind of sucks & the fact that i fell for the whole thing and believed that he wanted to be with me just makes me feel really really mad and also a bit humiliated, which makes me even more mad bc it’s not my fault that he’s a piece of shit