What an Asshole-I can't believe....
Well today sucked ass. Blake just up and thinks we're talking bad about him and leaves back to Bossier. He was such a jerk to me and it really hurt my feelings. I didn't do anything to him really. He thinks we're talking bad about him. I felt used. We opened our arms to him and gave him a home, gave him a bed to sleep in, gave him about 30 dollars gas money, and he treats us like shit. He wasn't even going to tell me bye or anything until I said it first. I've never felt so rejected in my life. I can't believe that he turned out to be psycho in the end. After all we'd done for him too. My brother said Blake asked if we were talking about him. My brother said yeah, but that I said he was sick, and that the chicken was good. And he also told Blake that we didn't say anything bad about him either, but Blake didn't believe. I don't undertand what I did wrong. I thought everything was fine. But now that it's all over with, I don't care if I ever see or hear from him again. As far as I'm concerned he's a memory in the past, and in the back of my mind. I've got bigger and better things to think about besides how some friends are never really your friends at all, like getting my shit together to marry Anthony. I've learned my lessons though. Never open your home up to someone you barely even know, and I'll never do it again. Nor will I ever pick up my friends in the mall, I found that a bit odd anyway. Blake if you're reading this, why don't you stop being such a pussy and tell me what I've done wrong. Oh and we weren't talking about you before, but we are now! Good night.