So I got back on Tinder for the millionth time, I met a guy there, he called me, he said he would call the next day to firm up plans for Friday night. He didn’t call. He has my phone number, but he sent me a FB message during the day yesterday asking if we were still on for Friday night. He said he had taken a last minute trip to Cincy Thursday. Um, I’m pretty sure you can still send someone a text message or call on the way to Cincy in order to do what you said you were going to do. I didn’t respond to the FB message. So, obviously I didn’t go meet him last night. I’m sorry, but when you have known someone for 24 hours and have never met them in person yet, I feel that keeping your word is important. It doesn’t seem like something you would do if you intended to be the kind of person that would view me as a priority. Just sayin’.
I have taken myself off of Wellbutrin and I am taking myself off of the lithium. I am going to take the lithium one every other day until the ones I have are gone. I would like to stop the cymbalta, too, but it is soooo hard to get off of. I think all of that medicine was making me worse. I will keep taking the Cymbalta only. The Wellbutrin was making my hands tremor so badly I looked like I had Parkinsons.
I don’t feel suicidal right now. I haven’t really since Monday when things went down with Brent. I have to accept that we are not getting back together. I have to admit that in the back of my mind, I still think we might. I still can’t believe it will never happen.