I'm not happy. I hate school, except for Dr. Duke's class, which I love. I hate stupid gen ed classes where the teacher thinks we're all majoring in their subject. I hate how behind I've gotten because I just don't care about the bullshit assignments. I hate myself for not being able to control what I eat all the time. I would not eat the junk food if my roommate didn't live exclusively off of refined sugar and carbohydrates. I hate being lazy. I HATE not having any self confidence.
On the plus side, I fit into clothes that I haven't been able to wear in over a year. I've lost a couple inches off my waste since starting CrossFit (again) a month ago.
So two asking-outs and no reply is a pretty sure sign that it's time to move on.
I REALLY want to meet Taylor Swift. I'm that guy that she's been looking for.