fuck children, fuck peace
you are incredible. really, i can't believe you.
am i a fucking errand? as in,
you'll finally get around to calling me on the last day you're here, after you've picked up your mom's birthday present - because, i mean, you're in town anyway so you might as well? does a 5-minute hello/goodbye mean you get to check me off? yeah, don't bother...
and what is wrong with me?
someone i haven't seen in seven months, and who i talk to probably 15 minutes out of every two months has somehow just managed to have the most emotional impact on me of any one person, since last spring.
and he apparently barely gives a rat's ass. this is way too one-sided. i feel like a moron.
this was mostly a joke yesterday when i drew it.
way to make my weekend about a thousand times worse by telling me in the first place that you were coming.
he says he's coming back in two weeks [because he says his mom is mad at him for not hanging out with her enough] and will let me know for sure so that we can make plans.
i, for one, am not getting my hopes up
but i'll want that. because despite all this, i miss him.
UGH
i'm way too good for this shit and i need to snap out of it.