What the Fuck Is Wrong with Me

I mean, he had a really honest talk with me on Wednesday. Addressed the thing I call the little mental illness and everything. Then yesterday, wrote me - FINALLY - the most beautiful email. Long. And explaining HIS shit. And saying he loves me very much and will forever. And could we be together... I answered. SO nicely. STILL haven't heard back! Holy fuck! Here I am, willing to date someone who: Has a bit of DID, lives in a really messy house, is less than honest with me, does not seem to put me as a priority, and may never be able to have sex again. THAT's not enough? He STILL isn't all over the chance to be with me? What the f is wrong with me that I would CONSIDER this! Oy. Now. I shall do my spiritual work and then practice piano. Mendelssohn and Schubert. Then I shall read the book that's do for school on Tuesday. Okay.