Everything Must Come to an End
It can be a sad thought, but it's so true. I wish it wasnt, in regards to good things any way. Im trying to forget about the frat guy. I dont need the stress and i cant put in to words why i like him so much.If i cant even do that i should really try and forget him, hes not worth it. So i talked to my mother, and it became painstakingly obvious that she doesnt give a shit about me. I knew it, but my grandmother convinced me that she did, but she really doesnt. She even said that the reason she hasnt called me is b/c she has been wrapped up in her own shit. Mothers arent nomally that selfish, but she was..unashamedly i might add. Im going to delve into this more later b/c i have a project that i need to finish