Weekends.

 I'm one of those pathetic women who sits by the laptop all day waiting for a message from the girl of her dreams - aye, I do currently have one, gods help me. When that message doesn't come my usually inactive imagination grinds into overdrive - along the lines of what's she doing and who with? Weekends are the worst and I generally end up crying myself to sleep. I really, really 'like' this woman, but the autism turns me into an idiot when I'm trying to work things out online and I can be 'played' without any effort from the other person. Is she toying with me or is she genuine? I haven't got a fucking clue! The frustration and confusion that this causes makes me sad, then I start wondering if I should try to forget her and move on, then I'm back to I really, really 'like' this woman on the neverending Magic Roundabout that isn't so magic. I'm basically up Shit Creek without a canoe.