This is so fucked up. No matter how I give or am willing to change or try to adapt, the fucker just doesn’t give a damn about me. I’m leaving tomorrow morning. Even people I barely speak to have imed me to wish me well and travel safe and have tons of fun.
Him?
Fucking nothing. Even when I dared to call him just to make sure his project was finished and talk, there isn’t a pick up. True, he’s probably tired from work. But that’s life! And this is important.
I mean honestly. I can’t give anymore. And he doesn’t deserve my friendship.
Josh is right. If he didn’t treat me the way I should be treated as his girlfriend, then what will make him treat me differently as a friend?
He doesn’t want to lose me as a friend? Dude! You never deserved me as a friend. Fucking show that you care… which you obviously never do.
I’m sure you’re tired. You’re not ready. You’re this and you’re that. FUCK YOU!!
I’m tired of your SHIT.
Oh, sorry did you not hear me? FUUUUCCCKKK YYYOOOOUUUU!!
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I’m so pissed. Not even at his dumbass. But at myself for going back to him over and over again. Being satiated by the small ounce of effort he puts into his excuses time and time again.
FUCK YOU!
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I’m so above you.
I’m so sick of your childishness.
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No, it’s not you.
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It’s called fucking growing up.
Try is some time.
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1 Comment
November 28, 2007 at 4:51 pm
preach it, girl.