It seems that you break my heart then it gets rebuilt over..and over..and over...
Today was a day that I never want to remember again for as long as I live.
To start off your Monday with a total of about 8 hrs. sleep for the entire weekend...tis already shot down.
But when your days semi-usual...and you go to History class to hear this...you want to cut off all possible existance...
"So, how are you and alex doing...like...friends or what"?
"Well, we have our days...but probably not as of now"
"I think that I need to tell you something"
great! I think (sarcastically because I already know I will want to murder myself a painful suicide)
"He came to Aaron's party on friday night...and we were all sitting around...and someone asked why you guys had broken up...and alex said 'Because Mollee's such a fucking pychotic bitch, that she almost put me in jail for rape'
I cannot explain to you how horrible, miserable, awkward, humiliated I felt. I wanted to die right then and there...I wanted to puke.
So, Instead of puking...I cried...ALL DAY LONG. all day.
All I hope for is that why infact he DID say that...I hope it made him happy and proud of himself. It worked. whatever he wanted to do to me, it worked.
It's horrible. I'm horrible. I feel horrible. unexplainable really.
I wanted to call and just yell...or just cry at him...so he knows how at times he actually DOES still make me feel. Like shit.
But, I'm going to be mature, I'm not calling. It's not worth my breath. I feel even a little bit bad for myself, for trying to make sure things were ok in his life...but, I realize he doesn't need anyone.
So, I'm positive with saying that will be out of my life for good.
All that I don't hate is that everything else besides that thing, is going perfectly great. A person digs me...and it makes me smile. In 5 days I'm going away from all of this for a while, with 3 best friends, yet without like 20 others.
Everyone just be safe, and have a great time. I think I'm leaning away from this journal for a while. to suit everyones needs.
seacrest OUT
To start off your Monday with a total of about 8 hrs. sleep for the entire weekend...tis already shot down.
But when your days semi-usual...and you go to History class to hear this...you want to cut off all possible existance...
"So, how are you and alex doing...like...friends or what"?
"Well, we have our days...but probably not as of now"
"I think that I need to tell you something"
great! I think (sarcastically because I already know I will want to murder myself a painful suicide)
"He came to Aaron's party on friday night...and we were all sitting around...and someone asked why you guys had broken up...and alex said 'Because Mollee's such a fucking pychotic bitch, that she almost put me in jail for rape'
I cannot explain to you how horrible, miserable, awkward, humiliated I felt. I wanted to die right then and there...I wanted to puke.
So, Instead of puking...I cried...ALL DAY LONG. all day.
All I hope for is that why infact he DID say that...I hope it made him happy and proud of himself. It worked. whatever he wanted to do to me, it worked.
It's horrible. I'm horrible. I feel horrible. unexplainable really.
I wanted to call and just yell...or just cry at him...so he knows how at times he actually DOES still make me feel. Like shit.
But, I'm going to be mature, I'm not calling. It's not worth my breath. I feel even a little bit bad for myself, for trying to make sure things were ok in his life...but, I realize he doesn't need anyone.
So, I'm positive with saying that will be out of my life for good.
All that I don't hate is that everything else besides that thing, is going perfectly great. A person digs me...and it makes me smile. In 5 days I'm going away from all of this for a while, with 3 best friends, yet without like 20 others.
Everyone just be safe, and have a great time. I think I'm leaning away from this journal for a while. to suit everyones needs.
seacrest OUT