I’m such an i***t. What’s that saying, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? Well, I deserve some shame because here I am again, a week after my last run with James and I haven’t heard anything from him.
Why do I keep falling for his half-assed apologies? He doesn’t even say sorry! He tries to communicate with runs and eye contact, and a relationship can’t be built on those alone.
The worst part is that things are still weird between me and Ben, and I blame James. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have to keep secrets from the one person who has always been there for me.
I’m so mad I feel like my head could explode.
Thankfully, I’m so used to waitressing in a bad mood that it doesn’t affect my productivity. Sharon and I tackle the morning rush capably, and she’s ni
