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my life sooo sucks right now, and since i really have no one to whine to, i get to livejournal! first off *screams into a pillow as loud as possible for atleast 10 minutes* augbaoawm jesus christ i don't even know where to begin. first off, failed a class, mom hit the roof, and stayed there. actually she's probably still there but doing the bottling thing asians do so well. second of all my mom hates my boyfriend cause she thinks i spend too much time with him and ignore my studies, which is probably more true then not, but my defnese is i love him, and he makes me happy so it was all worth it. oh ho ho and this brings us to our third point. my loving boyfriend about who i care soo much is bringing his ex into town. which ex you ask? the dreaded ex. the ex that plagues my fears and heart that she will cause my boyfriend to no longer love me. the ex that i know he loved before me and misses a great deal. the ex who (as far as i know) says she loves my boyfriend. and oh oh oh i forgot to mention the best part. she'll be staying at HIS place. why? because she can "stay longer" HEY BABE, YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT. you know he has a girlfrined, you know he loves his girlfriend, and you also know he's horny as fuck. so im sure you're banking on that little chance that i know you'll get to seduce him. the horrible part is i know it's gonna happen. she also doesn't wwant to meet me which is fucking fine with me. but hell, if she's really over him and wants him to be happy, i would think, maybe, she would want to meet the girl who is making him so happySO basically i'm looking at keeping my awesome boyfriend fr about...threeish more months? yes, i do hate her, incase you were wondering. OHHH and brilliant, she's talking to him AS I TYPE. and while im on the subject. THANKS FOR PUTTING ME IN THIS POSITION. i love my boyfriend, i really do, it's so great and wonderful, but sometimes, he can be really fucking stupid. no matter what i say, it should be pretty fucking obvious i don't want her to stay in the same room as you for two fucking weeks. jesus fucking christ. yes you're her friend and want too see her again. but my god, do you not get it? i fucking love you, and it will tear me up to SHREDS thinking about you spending 14+ nights in the same room as her for hours on end. seriouly. i would not be surprised if i cried myself to sleep every one of those nights. i love you baby but god, get a clue. it's a wonder i havn't throom myself off a fucking building the way these past few days have been going. and the perk is, it's only gonna get worse.