A really odd night out...

I was out in Chapel Allerton with Kay and the boys earlier and had such a bizarre experience.

We were sat around with a few cheeky cocktails having a goss, when out of the corner of my eye I spot someone who looked far too much like my ex to not be him. I then spent the next 10 minutes totally oblivious to the conversation while I looked for this look-a-like.

I finally spotted him sat outside the bar, smoking...and heaved a HUGE sigh of relief...it wasn't him. I couldn't handle seeing him again, last time we bumped into each other we ended up doing something pretty stupid.

He'd text me a few weeks ago and I'd deleted his number so after finding out who it was I ignored his messages.

My mate Em is trying to make it her mission in life to get us back together but I don't want that. He lacks passion and to be honest, he bores me. He might have been a great guy to date a few years ago but I'm just not into him at all now.

Wondering who's been reading my blog...just noticed the reader counter has shot up in a very small amount of time...*waves to mysterious readers* Hey!!

I really shouldn't be blogging so late at night (ok, early in the morning) I'll probably just make myself cry again, lol!

Plus I can't make any sense of what's going on in my head so there's no point attempting to blog it.

xx

10 reasons why I hate spam email or 1 reason I secretly am grateful for it

I don't know how to write this without sounding like a total sap.

I checked my email and realised that my account had been spam attacked and was spewing the stuff to every contact in my address book. So I go through and start deleting all the emails until I came across one from my mum who I hadn't spoken to for over a month.

I guess the reason why I'm grateful is that after that awful argument this one stupid email has enabled us to communicate.

There's been things that have happened lately that I wanted to talk to my mum about. I may be 23 years old but I still rely on my parents a lot since they're the only people who truly know me and it's killed me not talking to her. You know for all the times I say my mum's not there for me, she was the one who sat up with me on the phone until silly o clock in the morning when I'd rung up in floods of tears because I'd just found out about the endo and I was terrified I wouldn't be able to have kids. I'm still terrified now but not to the extent I was back then.

I don't know if things will ever be the same again between us but it's nice to know she's there.