Stress
There has been so much going on in my life right now, I don't even know where to start. I'm so stressed, I'm breaking out, I've had massive headaches every night, and I've been overeating like crazy.
Well, I should probably start with the most obvious thing. My parents have split, and I've spent the last couple of days moving into a townhouse by the school. It's actually a great thing, I'm glad to be out of the old house because it was dark and chilly and just not my style. The thing is, I miss my pets, and moving in general is a very stressful thing. A lot is done, but there's still a lot unfinished, and along with school and having a life and after-school stuff, I just don't have the time or energy.
My parents are not being easy on me about this. One minute my mom hates Clayton, doesn't want to see him anymore, calling him an asshole, whatever. But today, she invited him out for lunch (he couldn't make it) and is, as I write, talking to him on the phone while he sends me picture messages of Maddie and Zeus. It's really confusing.
I think it goes without saying that I'm still pissed about Simon and Becky. Except now, instead of just envisioning them together, I actually get to see it everyday! Yes, that's right, I see him and her holding hands and cuddling each other every day in the hall. Only a small part of me is actually sad about it, though...when I think about all the good times, the times when he was actually a caring and affectionate boyfriend who could make me laugh. Mostly, I'm angry. I didn't realize how angry I could be until this situation, and now all I want to do is punch them both in their happy, carefree faces.
It really bugs me that he could move on so quickly...and I'm stuck here thinking about all this shit still. Was I not good enough to be remembered? He doesn't even care about me...he sends me one message telling me that he wants to be friends the day after we break up, and expects me to jump on that....I tell him that it's a little too soon for all that (I guess I was a little harsher than that)...so I guess that's it. He doesn't want to try to make me feel better, he's not going to salvage whatever class he has left and keep his hands off of her when I'm around, when it's obvious that that hurts me still. HE'S A DICK. That made me feel a little better, however immature it was.
So here's a warning...I'm probably a little on edge lately. I apologize.
Well, I should probably start with the most obvious thing. My parents have split, and I've spent the last couple of days moving into a townhouse by the school. It's actually a great thing, I'm glad to be out of the old house because it was dark and chilly and just not my style. The thing is, I miss my pets, and moving in general is a very stressful thing. A lot is done, but there's still a lot unfinished, and along with school and having a life and after-school stuff, I just don't have the time or energy.
My parents are not being easy on me about this. One minute my mom hates Clayton, doesn't want to see him anymore, calling him an asshole, whatever. But today, she invited him out for lunch (he couldn't make it) and is, as I write, talking to him on the phone while he sends me picture messages of Maddie and Zeus. It's really confusing.
I think it goes without saying that I'm still pissed about Simon and Becky. Except now, instead of just envisioning them together, I actually get to see it everyday! Yes, that's right, I see him and her holding hands and cuddling each other every day in the hall. Only a small part of me is actually sad about it, though...when I think about all the good times, the times when he was actually a caring and affectionate boyfriend who could make me laugh. Mostly, I'm angry. I didn't realize how angry I could be until this situation, and now all I want to do is punch them both in their happy, carefree faces.
It really bugs me that he could move on so quickly...and I'm stuck here thinking about all this shit still. Was I not good enough to be remembered? He doesn't even care about me...he sends me one message telling me that he wants to be friends the day after we break up, and expects me to jump on that....I tell him that it's a little too soon for all that (I guess I was a little harsher than that)...so I guess that's it. He doesn't want to try to make me feel better, he's not going to salvage whatever class he has left and keep his hands off of her when I'm around, when it's obvious that that hurts me still. HE'S A DICK. That made me feel a little better, however immature it was.
So here's a warning...I'm probably a little on edge lately. I apologize.