Back to the drawing board

Dear Diary,

Fuck Ryan.

It’s only been five days and he already has my mind fucked up. Literally, fuck him and his entire family. Okay—maybe I’m being a bit unreasonable but I’m tired of second guessing myself and feeling like I’m crazy. Allow me to explain. 

So, we go on our first date and it’s cute or whatever. He does Kanye’s production and I have no idea what that means...he said he doesn’t make the beats and I said—but isn’t that what a music producer does? He was super vague and I hate feeling like a naïve little girl. Just be upfront and say what you mean...he’s probably in marketing and just doesn’t want to say it because he thinks saying he’s in “production” sounds cooler. OR—maybe I’m just an idiot.

Regardless, he was obsessed with me for four days. Maybe five minutes after our date he was telling me how much fun he had and how he can’t wait to see me again. This whole week he’s been texting me non-stop. So tell me why he decides to cancel our date today. Last minute with no explanation.

Literally, fuck him. I’m so over it.

--FML 😩