Aug 19, 2011 01:23
I broke it off. and I meant it when I did it. and I mean it now. and it hurt. More than I thought, I called Joseph crying, asking him to pick me up and take me to the beach.
I told him that I liked him more than most guys, so I was going to be honest with him. He made me unhappy more than happy. and I don't need that. Not at all.
Because honestly, I don't. I could do better here. But it still hurts. Maybe because his response was okay, alright? No fight, no questions, just a give. GAME OVER.
At least when it was good it was good and when it was fun it was fun.
And Joseph did come get me. And we remedied this night with broken beer bottles and a good dose of illegal trespassing.