Jul 04, 2005 14:07
Matt Frank is killing me.
He tells me things like, "I still care about you," "I didn't break up with you so I could mess around with other girls."
Well then what the hell is, "I'm Matt. Wanna do it?"
God fucking MySpace will be the death of me.
It kills me that I still even care. I shouldn't give a damn.
It kills me that all I wanna do is see him and be with him again and that's fucking stupid.
I feel so weak sometimes and I just want to lay down and die. But really what I need to do is find a new boyfriend who will be good. Matt was good, but now I guess he isn't. *sigh* The search begins...
PS I hate the fourth of July.