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i thought about him again. not doug. not the nice guy in my life. the one who toyed me around. god i miss him. his freindship. it's my fault, i let things go too far that night. he said he didn't want things to go far, and i let them. i shouldn have stopped everything, but i didn't. i'm a dumb ass whore bitch. fuck! and there is no one i can talk to, unless i want to start from the begining of this story, which is so difficult. no one knows him here. becca knows all of it. she's been there. through all of it. through me being on the verge of crying, to throwing things, and to randomly making trips to borders in the hopes that he'll be working the floor... but she's in fucking europe. oh fuck. oh well. it's a little after 5 and i have leave for work (job #3) in about an hour. need to relax and not be upset.
lizz is back tonight - yay. that should make me happier. doug will be here friday...
lizz is back tonight - yay. that should make me happier. doug will be here friday...