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Wow, I forgot how much the real world sucks (as does the show, but that's highly irrelevant).
http://www.livejournal.com/users/corfreezer/86517.html
That makes me mad. At this point in my life, friends come first. We're high school kids, not engaged persons.
Don't say I didn't call you, because I called both your cell and house phone and cell phone between three and six times (combined total) today around the 8pm.
Want to know the real reason I blew you off on Saturday? Because it was my little cousin's confirmation/graduation party that I forgot about until that morning. I didn't want to call you because you'd be mad and give me crap for it.
Boyfriends are supposed to provide emotion support, not cause more emotional problems. I'm caring to a flaw. Curse you, conscience. Basically, anything I say will be interpreted as cold-hearted bitch, so here goes.
I'll always remember how depressed you made me feel when you were upset (which was often).
I'll always remember how possessive and clingy you could be.
I'll always remember how I was always the bad guy.
I'll always remember how you looked down on others for their human flaws.
But I don't like to dwell on the bad.
I'll always remember the fun we had.
Now please, let this cold-hearted bitch enjoy her summer in peace.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/corfreezer/86517.html
That makes me mad. At this point in my life, friends come first. We're high school kids, not engaged persons.
Don't say I didn't call you, because I called both your cell and house phone and cell phone between three and six times (combined total) today around the 8pm.
Want to know the real reason I blew you off on Saturday? Because it was my little cousin's confirmation/graduation party that I forgot about until that morning. I didn't want to call you because you'd be mad and give me crap for it.
Boyfriends are supposed to provide emotion support, not cause more emotional problems. I'm caring to a flaw. Curse you, conscience. Basically, anything I say will be interpreted as cold-hearted bitch, so here goes.
I'll always remember how depressed you made me feel when you were upset (which was often).
I'll always remember how possessive and clingy you could be.
I'll always remember how I was always the bad guy.
I'll always remember how you looked down on others for their human flaws.
But I don't like to dwell on the bad.
I'll always remember the fun we had.
Now please, let this cold-hearted bitch enjoy her summer in peace.