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On the way home from Disney I pass two signs, one that says:
"No man was ever shot while washing the dishes"
and
... and the other I have forgotten but it was so cleaver.
I hate boys.
I really hate boys that say they're going to come up and see me and they decide to get drunk the night before so they're too sick to come up.
I wasn't mad, I was disappointed. Apperently that was worse.
Still doesn't make me feel better.
Eh, if all else, I very much enjoy this relationship where we dont have to see each other or speak to each other every single second of the day... but I don't like getting all giddy and girly and happy and then a couple days later becomming extremely disappointed.
He said he'd make it up to me. Last time when he didnt call me and skiped out on our evening plans he bought me flowers. I have no clue what he could do this time.
... I guess-- i donno, the first two weeks I ditched him. So, this-- no. Still unexcusable and upsetting.
I hate drinkers.
And I hate setting myself up for disappointment.
"No man was ever shot while washing the dishes"
and
... and the other I have forgotten but it was so cleaver.
I hate boys.
I really hate boys that say they're going to come up and see me and they decide to get drunk the night before so they're too sick to come up.
I wasn't mad, I was disappointed. Apperently that was worse.
Still doesn't make me feel better.
Eh, if all else, I very much enjoy this relationship where we dont have to see each other or speak to each other every single second of the day... but I don't like getting all giddy and girly and happy and then a couple days later becomming extremely disappointed.
He said he'd make it up to me. Last time when he didnt call me and skiped out on our evening plans he bought me flowers. I have no clue what he could do this time.
... I guess-- i donno, the first two weeks I ditched him. So, this-- no. Still unexcusable and upsetting.
I hate drinkers.
And I hate setting myself up for disappointment.