Sick in bed.
This guy I knew in high school invited me to a valentines party on his yacht, kinda wish I could go.
Because being hammered on a yacht is amazing.
Trying not to think about Kuma-kun...
I don't wanna talk about it.
Just wish someone would bring me some soup or something, I hate being alone when I'm sick.
Maybe I should've stayed at Ivy's house.
I don't know what to do with myself, it's so rare that I actually get sick.
The Jester is gonna smoke me out on Monday, and I'm pretty excited.
It's been awhile since we've had one of those days...
I'm sick and broken-hearted today.
Only I would end up breaking up with someone on Valentines.
I didn't mean that much to him to begin with.
He didn't even fight to keep me, let his family call me clingy, he even called me insecure.
I managed to convince Mister J not to kick his ass...
I defended him when my friends and family told me to dump him, but of course he wouldn't stick up for me.
I kept waiting for him to show me he cared.
No midnight phone calls, didn't show up at my door, didn't even care that I wanted to break up.
He's not the type of guy who would do something cliché like running through the airport to stop me from leaving him.
We're of course discussing extremities, but everyone gets my meaning.
It's not like he is at work or school all day...it shouldn't be a chore for him to talk to me.
It's common courtesy if you're hanging out with a someone to make sure your significant other is okay with it.
I'm so agitated...clingy?!
Ugh, this is the exact reason I swore off dating.
Well, not really, not that many guys have been so inattentive.
Like maybe one guy out of all of them...which is the reason that I don't think he really cares, because it honestly doesn't seem like it.
I was even willing to try to work things out, despite my feelings....but clingy?!
I should go back to dating girls or something.
That was just the icing on a cake made of bullshit.
At least Satan really loved me, no matter how fucked up we were.
Full moon...
The Jester called me, "So I guess I'm supposed to talk you down," is what he said.
He said either way I would've gotten hurt, it's just a matter of when...unless it miraculously worked out.
In Terminator, Arnold says that anger is more useful than despair.
All I really feel is queasiness.
The sad thing is that I loved him.
I guess I'm back to being "a widowed gamer girl."
Fuck relationships.
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