the minute you let him under your skin.
It was a good weekend with very little to do. My home is clean, at least. I also got a fair amount of work done for school today at Cafe Caffeine, where a strange band that seemed to be from West Virginia or a similar place was playing today.
I barely have time to see friends lately, but I've been wanting a boyfriend. I keep a house clean and have a fantastic personality, among other things- what's the problem here?
I forgot to mention that a boy(we only dated for a month) confronted me at a bar last week- "You broke up with me for NO REASON, Claire!"
Well, now we have a reason, don't we? I had a feeling you were psycho, and I was right.
I guess I rocked his world.
Actually, I've been feeling very lonely... and angry at my most recent ex-boyfriend(did we really date FOUR YEARS ago? Fair enough, it was on and off for a few years after that, but god, I'm pathetic...and probably too picky when it comes to relationships).
Suddenly, after months of not thinking of him- I'm angry again.
I'm angry and jealous and he NEVER brushed his teeth before he went to bed and his apartment was DISGUSTING and I can't believe he drives a fucking motorcycle now (he was never that cool when we dated) and he was one of the coldest, most judgemental people I've ever known and I even more want to slap his pasty, fat girlfriend who has horrible taste in music. I hate her and god, I'm jealous of that bitch.
I'll get over it.
Time to go to bed. I get up at 5 AM now to work out. I'm insane, I know.