A few hours ago, I wrote about how happy I felt for apparently no good reason.
I went to my classes feeling happy.
I walked back home feeling happy.
I prepared my delicious dinner while still experiencing the floating sensation of utter joy.
And this feeling of elation lasted up until...
(Cue music from Carmina Burana)
MY LOSER EX-BOYFRIEND SHOWED UP ON MY DOORSTEP.
I could not believe it. I JUST COULD NOT FUCKING BELIEVE IT.
Why won't he leave me alone? Why, when I think that I am getting ahead in my life, does my past have to dog my present?
I've been so rattled by the experience that I'm still shaking from the encounter.
You want me to have a Happy New Year? THEN LEAVE ME IN PEACE!!!
Barb the French Bean