Who's a sexy ho?
Oy, been a month and a half that he's been gone.
It's hard.
It was pretty easy in the beginning, after all the amazing things he told me before he left.
But, It's weird. More and more I'm regressing into my depressive annoying self, where I don't like half the shit that's going on.
I snapped at him when he called, because he called me to try to get his phone back on. To which he gave up anyway because the deposit was $300. Which is fucking stupid.
But, it's one of those things where you wish he would call just to talk to you. And, sure he has! He really has, and I've loved every second.
But, then there's the last few calls where it's been just to get a phone back on.
He even said he wasn't listening to me earlier.
It sucks a lot actually.
It's not even 10:30pm yet, and I'm bored and in dire need of something to do. Which blows because I can't really go off of much right now, since I have work in the morning.
Which is cool, because there's really cool people working tomorrow. Including softball! We're getting pizza before hand.
Life still blows because I'm so close to 21, but so far away. I'm thinking of going to San Diego to spend it with my friends out there. I'm hoping that happens, so something amazing happens here.
I'm thinking that nothing's going to happen, because it never fucking does.
So, San Diego... Here I come. I can save up for that. It wont be too bad. It wont be as bad as Vegas I suppose.
Steven comes back in July.
You know, his family went to Texas to see him, and didn't tell me they were going to. Which makes me feel like complete shit!
Sure, it's their thing, but you'd think that they'd tell me.
It's total bullshit.
Which gets me to thinking that Steven must have told them not to tell/take me. Which makes me even more depressive.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I'm hoping it's going to so much better.
Please let it be so much better.
Maybe he'll call to talk to me this time.
Fat.
It's hard.
It was pretty easy in the beginning, after all the amazing things he told me before he left.
But, It's weird. More and more I'm regressing into my depressive annoying self, where I don't like half the shit that's going on.
I snapped at him when he called, because he called me to try to get his phone back on. To which he gave up anyway because the deposit was $300. Which is fucking stupid.
But, it's one of those things where you wish he would call just to talk to you. And, sure he has! He really has, and I've loved every second.
But, then there's the last few calls where it's been just to get a phone back on.
He even said he wasn't listening to me earlier.
It sucks a lot actually.
It's not even 10:30pm yet, and I'm bored and in dire need of something to do. Which blows because I can't really go off of much right now, since I have work in the morning.
Which is cool, because there's really cool people working tomorrow. Including softball! We're getting pizza before hand.
Life still blows because I'm so close to 21, but so far away. I'm thinking of going to San Diego to spend it with my friends out there. I'm hoping that happens, so something amazing happens here.
I'm thinking that nothing's going to happen, because it never fucking does.
So, San Diego... Here I come. I can save up for that. It wont be too bad. It wont be as bad as Vegas I suppose.
Steven comes back in July.
You know, his family went to Texas to see him, and didn't tell me they were going to. Which makes me feel like complete shit!
Sure, it's their thing, but you'd think that they'd tell me.
It's total bullshit.
Which gets me to thinking that Steven must have told them not to tell/take me. Which makes me even more depressive.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I'm hoping it's going to so much better.
Please let it be so much better.
Maybe he'll call to talk to me this time.
Fat.