Apr 17, 2005 22:51
So it's proabably my fault. Maybe I'm just really bad at reading people or really bad at assuming things are somthing that they're not. Either way, this hasn't turned out the way I had thought or hoped, I guess. Maybe it's my fault for believing that I could handle all this and God might have seen that. Maybe I decieved myself.
Either way, I can't handle sitting in my dorm room crying about something that....I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK IT WAS OR IS OR.....I HATE THIS!!!!! I DON'T WANT TO FEEL THIS WAY...
I feel like an idiot. It's scary to think I opened myself up to something that wasn't "it." What else have I done that with then?
How did I let myself get hurt? I spend so much time telling everyone else to make sure things are in order then this crap happens to me...what a good example, Erica. How does so much change over the course of one phone conversation?
The thing that ticks my off the msot is that when I go home in a couple of weeks I'm going to have to tell all of these people WHATEVER. That pisses me off because I never even told anybody at home...that's not fair at all. Why can't I ever get the chance to actaully tell my friends what's going on with me before they've already discussed it amongst themselves? That's just not fair.
I quit