So, this is the first post of April. Sheesh am I behind...
Anyway, to the subject matter of this post. This will be short since I'm tired of everything, including staying awake.
Now what did I do? I'm minding my own business and then BAM!, boy friend starts ignoring texts I send him. I'll usually get an 'okay' or 'I guess...,' which I'm totally okay with at this point because I know he's read the text and at least offered a moderate reply. But no! Now he doesn't do that anymore.
I'm not a mean person to him. I don't get why he's ignoring me. But I suppose that's life, right? He's up in Massachusettes and has probably found some other girl that's keeping him more entertained than I am. After all, I'm down here in Pennsylvania. What on earth could I possibly be doing with some one whose friends get high? -screams into pillow- I'm so angry at myself!
I knew I was doing something against my character when I said I would go out with him. I knew I was going to regret it and come back kicking myself. Well, look, here it is! Oh ho! I'm so angry
I told myself not get attached and well, look what stupid me went and did. I got attached. >< Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing, but I like to be acknowledged that I exist and not ignored. It's iritating! At least the guy that I really can't stand at least responded when he wasn't being emo!
Ugh! I hate men! I really do. They're not worth my time. They frustrate me, they hurt me, and they make me look like a total fool. No wonder I was better off single, or perhaps, I'm better off with someone else. It's hard to tell, and at this point, I don't really care.
The only time anyone ever seems to like me is after they see me. They see my physical appearance and are like 'hm... seems like she's a nice chick to stick beside me with the lable of "girlfriend."' That has to be what it is. >> People just can't accept me for what I act like. No, they have to accept me for how I dress or my physical appearance.
Why the heck should I even care? I told myself early on, this one would be my last boy friend. And you know, I'm beginning to realize why I said that. And I think I'm going to stick to my guns.
I apologize to anyone whose feelings I may have hurt, but I've had it with men. Done! No more! I've had enough drama. I'm sick of seeing people hurt and I'm sick of being hurt.
I'm done, done, done! I swear I am. >< This is the last time. The ONLY time! -slams head into desk-
Now, I'm going to go to bed and hope tomorrow is better than today. Although, my money's betting that it won't be.
Good night.
Anyway, to the subject matter of this post. This will be short since I'm tired of everything, including staying awake.
Now what did I do? I'm minding my own business and then BAM!, boy friend starts ignoring texts I send him. I'll usually get an 'okay' or 'I guess...,' which I'm totally okay with at this point because I know he's read the text and at least offered a moderate reply. But no! Now he doesn't do that anymore.
I'm not a mean person to him. I don't get why he's ignoring me. But I suppose that's life, right? He's up in Massachusettes and has probably found some other girl that's keeping him more entertained than I am. After all, I'm down here in Pennsylvania. What on earth could I possibly be doing with some one whose friends get high? -screams into pillow- I'm so angry at myself!
I knew I was doing something against my character when I said I would go out with him. I knew I was going to regret it and come back kicking myself. Well, look, here it is! Oh ho! I'm so angry
I told myself not get attached and well, look what stupid me went and did. I got attached. >< Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing, but I like to be acknowledged that I exist and not ignored. It's iritating! At least the guy that I really can't stand at least responded when he wasn't being emo!
Ugh! I hate men! I really do. They're not worth my time. They frustrate me, they hurt me, and they make me look like a total fool. No wonder I was better off single, or perhaps, I'm better off with someone else. It's hard to tell, and at this point, I don't really care.
The only time anyone ever seems to like me is after they see me. They see my physical appearance and are like 'hm... seems like she's a nice chick to stick beside me with the lable of "girlfriend."' That has to be what it is. >> People just can't accept me for what I act like. No, they have to accept me for how I dress or my physical appearance.
Why the heck should I even care? I told myself early on, this one would be my last boy friend. And you know, I'm beginning to realize why I said that. And I think I'm going to stick to my guns.
I apologize to anyone whose feelings I may have hurt, but I've had it with men. Done! No more! I've had enough drama. I'm sick of seeing people hurt and I'm sick of being hurt.
I'm done, done, done! I swear I am. >< This is the last time. The ONLY time! -slams head into desk-
Now, I'm going to go to bed and hope tomorrow is better than today. Although, my money's betting that it won't be.
Good night.
