She left a note that said, "I'm sorry, I had a bad day again."
I think that it's going to go without saying that i'm single once more. Granted, I love that boy with every inch of myself, but the things he does to me mentally are driving me crazy. We need some definite space, he needs psychiatric help, and I need to spend time trying to convince myself(as everyone else says) that I am not worthless and I am not the instigator in everything.
I got escorted by the police home last night(2:45. Oh yeah, i'm classy.) who told my parents that I was weaving around on the highway. Turns out, i'm trying to drive while i'm bawling my eyes out on my way to see him. And I was on the phone with him while I was driving(probably constituted to the weaving) and he didn't believe me that I got pulled over by a cop. *TWO* cops. The big scary muscle-y Samoan looking one popped up in the dark outside of my car and I swear to god I was thisclose to pissing my pants and looking like an idiot. So my mom's making me go with her to work(I'm here now.). I'm with all her kids whom percieve me as this celebrity or something(They like my shoes) so i'm a god now. But she's going to keep peeking over my shoulder at what I write, so i'm gonna quit in a second. I don't know what my plans are as of now, but I do know that i'm not working as much next week(Two days. I think i'm getting fired or something.), I get paid on Tuesday. I think i'm gonna buy a cheap ass digital camera. I'm in a picture-taking mood.
-Kitty
I got escorted by the police home last night(2:45. Oh yeah, i'm classy.) who told my parents that I was weaving around on the highway. Turns out, i'm trying to drive while i'm bawling my eyes out on my way to see him. And I was on the phone with him while I was driving(probably constituted to the weaving) and he didn't believe me that I got pulled over by a cop. *TWO* cops. The big scary muscle-y Samoan looking one popped up in the dark outside of my car and I swear to god I was thisclose to pissing my pants and looking like an idiot. So my mom's making me go with her to work(I'm here now.). I'm with all her kids whom percieve me as this celebrity or something(They like my shoes) so i'm a god now. But she's going to keep peeking over my shoulder at what I write, so i'm gonna quit in a second. I don't know what my plans are as of now, but I do know that i'm not working as much next week(Two days. I think i'm getting fired or something.), I get paid on Tuesday. I think i'm gonna buy a cheap ass digital camera. I'm in a picture-taking mood.
-Kitty