Aug 04, 2006 12:08
I AM unhappy. I don't know why. I just am.
And that's what makes me mad. Is that he knew it. That I was unhappy. He saw thru my bubbly giggly-ness and my smile. He asked why I was hitting it hard, why I wanted so badly to get trashed. Because, that's the easy way to be happy. Even if it only lasts a couple hours and I don't feel really great in the morning. And I had vodka. On the rocks. And that is always bad news. Cheer the fuck up girl. Life is not horrible.
Yes, yes it is. When you have two guys who have already told you (not straight out, but they still did it) that they're up for getting together with you. And the guy that has your heart shatters it to pieces on purpose but you still love him because that's just how those things work. And you know that you deserve better but you can't seem to let go of that guy. Why he does stupid things that he knows aren't a big deal but will piss you off just for the sake of pissing you off. When he won't answer the damned question. I really can't believe he put Sarah ahead of me on his myspace. Yeah myspace. To him tho, that order is huge. Now sarah, the girl he was with last year is ahead of me. Whatever. Go fuck her.
OMG. He is not worth my tears. He's not. So why am I crying? Why am I fighting back these tears? God I hate him so much.