I am done.

I am 100% completely done being THIS girl.  The girl who is repeatedly (Thrice counts as "repeatedly," right?) lead on.  The girl who gets email after email...  The girl who answers you and then has the nerve & audacity to care  about your response about your day, your workload, your joys & pain. 

I am done being THIS girl. 

I am done getting emails and texts and being the girl that the nice guys ask advice.  The girl who is funny and witty and charming. The girl who is played and used in an emotional roller coaster that drops her off near the exit with nothing but sadness and a broken heart.

Yep.  I am done. 

I have never been "done" before...  It's a very strange notion.  I never thought I would be THIS girl.  This done girl.  It's sad to me that the not-done version of myself was naive enough to believe and hope against hope that maybe there is one great guy out there who perhaps would like me for me.  Yeah....the not-done me was ever-so-hopeful and a bit ridiculous.

So here I write the truth...this being done...yep, I am going to embrace it.  I have accepted it.  Done.  It seems so final...like the closing of a chapter of my life.

I wonder what the next chapter has in-store.