Oct 24, 2005 02:56
he needed a smoke after his forty seconds of glory in the haze between tuesday night and wednesday morning.
by wednesday night, he was gone.
of course by friday he was calling with stories of depression and needing to be alone, but can you stop by with my cds and some cigarettes?
needless to say, he was not alone that night..
and i found out.
i thanked him for his time, and now im moving on.
but just so you all know, im psychotic: dont talk to me!
and, i used him.
at least im not ugly *shrugs*
i am completely confident in the fact that the demise of this was in no way my fault.
some boys are incredible actors who only stick around until they get what they want, and then move onto the next victim. i didnt think he would be that way, considering he had been a friend of mine for so long.. and is so close with my entire house, and several of our other friends. however, he buttered me up.. went nice and slow.. made himself at home.. used me for all i was fucking worth.. and then avoided me with everything he had.
all while denying the entire thing.
its not like that
its all fairly amusing..
or hes just a dick.
i supposed it depends how you look at it.