Our dryer broke last week, so today after work, my mom and I went to the laundromat and did all of our laundry. I ran into a bunch of Dino’s old clothing, and he told me to just get rid of it. This struck me the wrong way, and honestly put me into a funk. Said funk caused me to go high maintenance on the old flame, and now I feel really bad. I also stopped talking to the guy who stood me up on Saturday, and he’s still messaging me. This evening I just haven’t felt like myself. I think I’m just allowing myself to feel old things, and I’m just finally experiencing them truly. I think I’m going to cut this post short and lay down so that I can warm up and maybe get some sleep.
Here's a copy and pasted version of my tinder bio: Recent psychology graduate who works with 7th and 8th graders, loves long drives, can watch scary movies for house (but really any movies), wants to travel everywhere. Also love reading and gaming (PC, xBox, and tabletop). I also have a relationship with food, so I hope you're okay with that.