if i look up and the sky's not there
i got my bike back today, and returned his sweatshirt that i've been trying to avoid ever since the break-up. it was the most painfully awkward situation, and not in a way that i could laugh at. he managed to notice that i was wearing new shoes, but failed to acknowledge anything else (you know, like, the fact that he broke up with me and has been a giant douche bag since, etc.). i just gave him the sweatshirt, took my bike and walked off. i can't humor him anymore.
i'm just so tired of feeling like i'm in limbo, not knowing how he feels or what is going on. he has done absolutely nothing, and i want him to make a move. i want him to either tell me to fuck off because he never wants to see or talk to me again, or be a real friend, or be a boyfriend. three choices, none of which he seems to be able to do. it makes me so mad that i'm getting less and less patient about it. i know i deserve better than to be jerked around, but that doesn't change the fact that we had something really fucking good, and it makes it harder to stand up for myself.
aosidfnosianfosidfnaodsf.
i don't want to go to class tonight.
i'm just so tired of feeling like i'm in limbo, not knowing how he feels or what is going on. he has done absolutely nothing, and i want him to make a move. i want him to either tell me to fuck off because he never wants to see or talk to me again, or be a real friend, or be a boyfriend. three choices, none of which he seems to be able to do. it makes me so mad that i'm getting less and less patient about it. i know i deserve better than to be jerked around, but that doesn't change the fact that we had something really fucking good, and it makes it harder to stand up for myself.
aosidfnosianfosidfnaodsf.
i don't want to go to class tonight.