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i take back the shit i saidabout hoffy.
we are done... he doesn't know it yet.
he's an immature asshole who doesn't take responsibility for his own actions or even give a shit about me cuz all he does is mentally abuse me. i'm through with it. it's sure as hell not worth it. it's kinda nice to know that i have some great people behind me helping me through this.
so.. what brought all this to a head? his drinking. he was so smashed saturday night that he tried to start shit with the football guys next door - twice. both times i had to do everything in my power to control him. and then, the fucker yells at me. honest loud, hurtfull fight. i kept trying to tell him to be quiet but he wouldn't. and then i have him come in to talk yesterday and he just gives me crap and turns everything around on me. it just proved to me that he obviously only cared about himself since he is so innocent. and then he calls me three times around 2:30/3am while I'm sleeping, trying to get in 8 hours for once and he's all drunk and emotional and saying sorry and that he forgot i had voicemail and if i'm mad at him and that he misses me and that he wants to be snuggled up in bed with me. fuck it. my yogi bear is a far better bed buddy than he is.
yup. done with the boy.
good news? the man j and i have been talking again. his rents split (sadness) but he will be back in tejas this xmas so i get to see him (yay). and then boston has been talkin to me a lot lately. i love that guy.
well, that's my little rant. i'm actually sticking up for myself -- finally.
I remember when
I was sittin' home alone
Waitin' for you
Til' 3 o'clock in the morn
And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.
And explainin' to me, like I'm just some kinda fool
I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through
Cause what goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me
we are done... he doesn't know it yet.
he's an immature asshole who doesn't take responsibility for his own actions or even give a shit about me cuz all he does is mentally abuse me. i'm through with it. it's sure as hell not worth it. it's kinda nice to know that i have some great people behind me helping me through this.
so.. what brought all this to a head? his drinking. he was so smashed saturday night that he tried to start shit with the football guys next door - twice. both times i had to do everything in my power to control him. and then, the fucker yells at me. honest loud, hurtfull fight. i kept trying to tell him to be quiet but he wouldn't. and then i have him come in to talk yesterday and he just gives me crap and turns everything around on me. it just proved to me that he obviously only cared about himself since he is so innocent. and then he calls me three times around 2:30/3am while I'm sleeping, trying to get in 8 hours for once and he's all drunk and emotional and saying sorry and that he forgot i had voicemail and if i'm mad at him and that he misses me and that he wants to be snuggled up in bed with me. fuck it. my yogi bear is a far better bed buddy than he is.
yup. done with the boy.
good news? the man j and i have been talking again. his rents split (sadness) but he will be back in tejas this xmas so i get to see him (yay). and then boston has been talkin to me a lot lately. i love that guy.
well, that's my little rant. i'm actually sticking up for myself -- finally.
I remember when
I was sittin' home alone
Waitin' for you
Til' 3 o'clock in the morn
And when you came home, you'd always have some sorry excuse.
And explainin' to me, like I'm just some kinda fool
I sacrifice the things I want to and do things for you
But when it's time to do for me, you never come through
Cause what goes around, comes around
What goes up, must come down
Now who's cryin', desirin' to come back to me