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So there were two divorces finalized yesterday. One on GA, the other here. Ridiculous. Unlike GA, my mom is pretty screwed.
Every day is a new disappointment!
I found this feature on my phone where I can get it to not ring for certain types of calls. So if you are calling from a number not in my phone, or under a certain category, I won't hear it ring.
Oh crap, it's Friday isn't it. I never was able to get back to that guy about going climbing.
I've had some pretty icky dreams lately. Some nightmares... one where needles are being stabbed into my chest, tubes are being cut out of me, and an insane mother who is either too positive or too depressed. In the other I was walking with this guy along this river that had been built up, it was kinda a date, but his friends and mother were with us. When it came time for him to leave he seemed really uncomfortable about kissing me in front of them, as if he didn't want them to think there was anything between us. My mind instantly thought that there was someone else. I'm far too sensitive to the whole betrayal thing. I notice every little signal, every little sign. I don't share. Except when it comes to baking, then I have plenty to share. But as far as friends and guys go, I have a hard time sharing them.
It's been almost two weeks, and I still hate you and have no desire to speak with you ever again. So please stop calling me and stop making it seem like nothing is wrong, or that it's "all my fault". I know better than to accept the blame when it's someone else's slip up. I'm gone.
Every day is a new disappointment!
I found this feature on my phone where I can get it to not ring for certain types of calls. So if you are calling from a number not in my phone, or under a certain category, I won't hear it ring.
Oh crap, it's Friday isn't it. I never was able to get back to that guy about going climbing.
I've had some pretty icky dreams lately. Some nightmares... one where needles are being stabbed into my chest, tubes are being cut out of me, and an insane mother who is either too positive or too depressed. In the other I was walking with this guy along this river that had been built up, it was kinda a date, but his friends and mother were with us. When it came time for him to leave he seemed really uncomfortable about kissing me in front of them, as if he didn't want them to think there was anything between us. My mind instantly thought that there was someone else. I'm far too sensitive to the whole betrayal thing. I notice every little signal, every little sign. I don't share. Except when it comes to baking, then I have plenty to share. But as far as friends and guys go, I have a hard time sharing them.
It's been almost two weeks, and I still hate you and have no desire to speak with you ever again. So please stop calling me and stop making it seem like nothing is wrong, or that it's "all my fault". I know better than to accept the blame when it's someone else's slip up. I'm gone.