Isn't funny how you seem to fall for the people who are no good for you, the person that your friends warn you against. The worst part is that you know yourself, that they are not the person you should spend your time pining over. The person who makes you feel like a 15 year old, dissecting text messages and waiting by your phone for a little red flash to appear on the screen like a pathetic, needy adolescent. As I wrote that a little red flash showed up on my phone my heart leapt then proceeded to sink when it turned out it was an email -see pathetic-. At Twenty I feel I should know a lot better, I'm forever giving my friends love advice and I'm always feel that I am pretty logical in my advice and I'd consider myself a realist not a romantic. However when it comes to myself, do I listen to reason? Of course I don't, I will convince myself that I know exactly what I'm doing, even though in reality I have no clue. My mantra is 'He's changed' or 'Things are different this time', seriously who am I kidding, only myself. Things are not different this time, he hasn't changed. He's chewed me up and spat me out again. Now this post has made me sound like a crazy Bridget Jones-esque lady, who hates men; I'm not at all, however I do believe I may end up a spinster and I do not hate men. But what I hate is the person I have become of late, so Aimee snap the hell out of it.