I shouldn't even be blogging anymore

I was told off severely

People will know too much about me, will hurt me at the core and I need that core to be me... and Brother Numero Uno doesn't help

Regarding the love life... I cried again. Laurence told me a couple of months ago that he liked me, knew something would happen, would love us to go out. I was up for it, over the moon, stars in my eyes.

Then he acts a little off one weekend - he's flirting, then keeping his distance. The mixed-signals make themselves known, and I ask him about it, which is when he says he'll text me.

And so he does. And I waited ages, quite anxiously for this SMS and finally I receive it.

Apparently he's too busy for a relationship... wants to meet new people, rather than cling to me... if something goes wrong it'll be awkward for us and other people around us

So I have no love life whatsoever, and I was hoping that this one had a future. But they never do. Oh what bad taste I have in guys.