Durf Durf
SO FUCKING MAD!!!!!!!!1 All I wanted to do was go to a concert with my baby, share it with her and have some fun. But NO, she calls me and asks me to meet her there cause she's running late. So I hang up on her........durf durf. AH, the beauty of being bi-polar. So I send her a million nasty unecessary text messages like a retard, and end up crying like a baby. Go team Ron! I don't know why I choose to make life difficult for myself, and I have no idea how Megan puts up with my bullshit sometimes.