… where do I begin?

Let’s start with the truth. People who know me well, know that I think too much, worry about all the wrong things, and lose my head faster than Joey Tribbiani at a MENSA examination.

Or a strip club.

Anyway in essence, events on Saturday afternoon led me to believe a secondhand report that Kami wanted to have nothing to do with me and that she thought I was a creepy stalker. Despite not hearing the full story from her, I allowed myself to believe the worst and did everything short of ending the relationship. I was absolutely crushed and ended up moping and bitching to everyone I could.

What a drama mama I was. Kami has since cleared up the whole situation and has convinced me that nothing has changed between us. I just misinterpreted events and got into a case of mistaken identity.

What I have learnt from all of this is…

That I should have known better and trusted someone I claim to love. That I have a lot of problems trusting someone, unless that person has stuck with me through years of knowing the real me.

That I do have lots of people I trust, who genuinely care about me and I’m really thankful for those who were in the right place at the right time to hear me rant and rave.

That in the end, it is my family who truly gives me comfort and takes my mind off the craziness that often surrounds me.

P.S. Kami tells me she’s almost definitely coming to Singapore in a little over a month and I’ve never been more excited.