it is not okay to treat people that way
"smile at the world, and the world will smile back"
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i watched the game with my grandparents. it was so cute.
i was running on the high from my night before.
last night, Sebastian and i were so good again...
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while at my grandparents', i attempted scattered phone calls and text messages to sebastian and shannon, in order to plan my evening out with them downtown, hoping to take in some post-hockey maddess.
Sebastian told me yesterday he would like to see me tonight,
so i was excited to end this weekend between us on a positive note,
giving him a kiss goodbye for his week at work.
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shannon's day at work was hard on her.
we didn't get in touch on time.
she didn't want to go out after all.
.
.
.
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Sebastian told me to come over, then half way through my grandparents' driving me over to his house, he called me again to "let me know" his friends were "on the way" to pick him up to go off skateboarding, and i suddenly couldn't go there anymore.
I didn't want to worry my grandparents about what would happen to me with changed plans, so i told them to drop me off downtown, from which i would "walk the rest of the way to sebastian's"
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IT IS NOT OKAY TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT
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stranded downtown, alone in a swarm of people who had their friends and boyfriends out with them,
i tumbled up richmond street,
aimlessly walkeding farther from home.
.
i walked into chris deistler.
We talked for a moment, but unlike myself, he had a girlfriend to meet him there and enjoy the fun, so i walked back down richmond.
.
.
a block above the Pheonix, the young man walking beside me drunkenly started conversation, and convinced me to join him toward GTs.
Since this was on the way home anyway,
i humoured his pathetic attempts at hitting on me,
and left him at the bar on GTs patio while he ordered drinks.
.
.
.
In the next few blocks, the crowds thinned, while the number of cat calls and romantic invitations curiously thickened.
The last time a guy obviously checked me out,
as i turned onto my street,
i had actually just pulled out of a serious nose escavation.
meh.
.
.
.
.
Throughout this messy two hours of lingering
(and holding back tears)
jean-philippe called me several times to see if i was alright and how i was doing.
I didn't exactly let him in on my situation.
.
.
.
.
.
I just don't know why i keep trusting sebastian.
He used to be so loving,
and now...
Fuck.
next time you want to get laid,
i hope you turn to the grip-tape of your beloved skateboard.
.
.
.
sebastian, you owe me so much more respect than that.
.
i watched the game with my grandparents. it was so cute.
i was running on the high from my night before.
last night, Sebastian and i were so good again...
.
.
while at my grandparents', i attempted scattered phone calls and text messages to sebastian and shannon, in order to plan my evening out with them downtown, hoping to take in some post-hockey maddess.
Sebastian told me yesterday he would like to see me tonight,
so i was excited to end this weekend between us on a positive note,
giving him a kiss goodbye for his week at work.
.
.
.
shannon's day at work was hard on her.
we didn't get in touch on time.
she didn't want to go out after all.
.
.
.
.
Sebastian told me to come over, then half way through my grandparents' driving me over to his house, he called me again to "let me know" his friends were "on the way" to pick him up to go off skateboarding, and i suddenly couldn't go there anymore.
I didn't want to worry my grandparents about what would happen to me with changed plans, so i told them to drop me off downtown, from which i would "walk the rest of the way to sebastian's"
~
IT IS NOT OKAY TO TREAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT
~
stranded downtown, alone in a swarm of people who had their friends and boyfriends out with them,
i tumbled up richmond street,
aimlessly walkeding farther from home.
.
i walked into chris deistler.
We talked for a moment, but unlike myself, he had a girlfriend to meet him there and enjoy the fun, so i walked back down richmond.
.
.
a block above the Pheonix, the young man walking beside me drunkenly started conversation, and convinced me to join him toward GTs.
Since this was on the way home anyway,
i humoured his pathetic attempts at hitting on me,
and left him at the bar on GTs patio while he ordered drinks.
.
.
.
In the next few blocks, the crowds thinned, while the number of cat calls and romantic invitations curiously thickened.
The last time a guy obviously checked me out,
as i turned onto my street,
i had actually just pulled out of a serious nose escavation.
meh.
.
.
.
.
Throughout this messy two hours of lingering
(and holding back tears)
jean-philippe called me several times to see if i was alright and how i was doing.
I didn't exactly let him in on my situation.
.
.
.
.
.
I just don't know why i keep trusting sebastian.
He used to be so loving,
and now...
Fuck.
next time you want to get laid,
i hope you turn to the grip-tape of your beloved skateboard.
.
.
.
sebastian, you owe me so much more respect than that.