this one's all your fault
tomorrow, i move into my house. and well, tonight. i was hoping to go out. except i'm sitting here and i can't think of anyone. everyone seems to be gone already or they just have something better to do. even the boy. idk, it bothers me. or maybe i'm just still upset about last night and this morning. heh, that might really be what it is. all summer i've been asking to go to the beach, all fucking summer. did i go? no. so this morning i say, hey maybe you could sleep over since you're helping me move in, in the morning. and he says, oh i'm going to andrew's beach house. wtf? the reason for not going with me, i didn't do the things he wanted me to, like jogging and biking. basically saying, hey you're fat and i don't want people to see me with you unless you lose the weight. am i not wrong? wouldn't you read that? so now, i feel like shit. he kept trying to say thats not what he ment. but i can't seem to figure out any other way to take that. so he tries to tell me i'm pretty and attractive. and i just sit here crying and thinking that i really don't need him. and he says, i'm gonna go, when i call you back everything will be okay. two seconds later he calls, nothing has changed. yet for once, he apologizes to me. but where is he now? andrews. i asked him first and for months i'd been asking. and now he says, i'll take you on sunday. well, fuck that. i'm not going. it's a pitty trip and there is no way in hell you're going to get me to go with you. right now, i'm still upset with you. and you have to fix this.