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i fucking hate getting ditched. i hate waiting for something that i know somewhere in the back of my mind probably won't happen. he said he'd brig me home. he called at 5 and said "i have a 4 hour errand to run, i will call you when i'm done and we can leave for home." it is now 12:09...no call. no nothing. i want to fucking GO HOME. and he said he would take me. apparently someone's word doesn't mean SHIT. i fucking hate him. i hate this. i want to destroy something. i want to go home. i need my dog so much right now i could cry. i will cry. maybe i'll just take a bath. GODDAMNIT. fuck. fuck. i want to go home. disappointment is not something i take well. waiting is horrible. it's like a million disappointment. everysecond there is no call there is another damn disappointment. fuck. i want to scream. i havn't been exactly stable all week and all i wanted to do was fucking go home. i want to kill. fuck.