Deja vu'...
This evening after a punk show my friend Jons band, No Collar Hero, was playing at, my friend Jay and I were driving back to my parents house. Jay is a friend of mine, who I believe thinks he was more then that. Unfortunately my family and friends adore him and I feel like im being pressured into something I do not want and am not interested in the least bit. Hes now laying in my bed and im on my lap top on the couch, spending my time here. Sorry there, you don't have a chance.
Deja Vu' I think is one of the worst things that could ever happen. The feeling is just horrible, and at least with my luck, it has always been over a thought which has been unpleasant, nothing worth remembering or "feeling". As Jay was pulling around a corner driving me home, he took it far to fast, and yes I may have snapped to slow down, I think I have all the reason to. I've told him once, twice, three times or more, that his driving scares me, and to have some respect for me and to drive appropriately because I'd like to live to see tomorrow.
What do I get in return? I got yelled at. The look on his face and the tone of his voice reminded me of one thing- Peter. Oh god no, that is not want I need now. I sat in silence from the passenger seat and listened to the harsh words and had no response. As we drove in silence my insides clenched and I was crying deep down. I forgot to mention the fact as well that when I was in Vermont my family and myself had to take out a restraining order on him for stalking. Fun stuff. So me getting yelled at is totally not what I needed. It just had me add another check to the list of reasons why I could never be more then friends with this boy next to me in the car, and add a check to why I should even consider a friend. The thought of having another Peter back in my life is awful and I will never let it come to that point again. I am holding my ground and refuse to ever be treated of that manor again.
Deja Vu' I think is one of the worst things that could ever happen. The feeling is just horrible, and at least with my luck, it has always been over a thought which has been unpleasant, nothing worth remembering or "feeling". As Jay was pulling around a corner driving me home, he took it far to fast, and yes I may have snapped to slow down, I think I have all the reason to. I've told him once, twice, three times or more, that his driving scares me, and to have some respect for me and to drive appropriately because I'd like to live to see tomorrow.
What do I get in return? I got yelled at. The look on his face and the tone of his voice reminded me of one thing- Peter. Oh god no, that is not want I need now. I sat in silence from the passenger seat and listened to the harsh words and had no response. As we drove in silence my insides clenched and I was crying deep down. I forgot to mention the fact as well that when I was in Vermont my family and myself had to take out a restraining order on him for stalking. Fun stuff. So me getting yelled at is totally not what I needed. It just had me add another check to the list of reasons why I could never be more then friends with this boy next to me in the car, and add a check to why I should even consider a friend. The thought of having another Peter back in my life is awful and I will never let it come to that point again. I am holding my ground and refuse to ever be treated of that manor again.