*~What Is Going On?~*
Ok.... so explain to me why right when I'm finally doing alright... my ex calls me at 1 in the morning to talk about his relationship problems and then asks me to drive to his house, where noone is, to sleep over??? I'm sorry... but something is not right with this scenario. After I proceeded to tell him exactly what was wrong with him, he hangs up on me like a fucking 12-year-old girl, and I'm supposed to fucking help him? yeah right, like when he helped me by slamming the door in my face the last time he saw me and I was bawling my eyes out. Before that he laughed in my face... So, what a place to put me huh? LOL... oh and he claimed that I still had feelings for him. I think he wanted booty, and this is all bullshit. I'm sure if I went over and spent the night... nothing would happen.... yeah right. I'm so pissed, but I'm glad inside knowing this is karma coming to bite him in the ass. Its always a good idea to go out with a girl who turned you down when you were fat... and did i ever do that? Hell no! I have morals, I have respect, I care. He claims to care, but have yet to see him do anything out of his way for me. Who was there through hours of dental surgery? Who was there through the car accident? Oh wait, that was me! Who was there when my dad had a stroke... Josh wasn't, he didn't even understand whyi was crying. Who was there when I had money problems? Josh... oh wait... no! He was too busy spending money on himself... Fuck Elish, she means nothing, my car is always going to be there for me.. yeah ok. Cry tucking the car in with you at night, try getting a warm embrace from a car, try having a family with a car... can you do it? No. You can with a person, a person who loves you, but you'll never have that if you lie and are selfish. YOU AREN'T THE ONLY FUCKING PERSON IN THE WORLD JOSH! God damnit. Why call me? Can't I ever move on without you coming in and fucking it up all the time??? I told you the last time we talked to never call me unless u were willing to admit your problems, and were willing to listen to everything I had to say, good or bad... apparently you'll never be ready to hear that. In the mean time, don't fucking call me to come over. Don't think you'll get something from me that you will never get. I'm not desperate. Sorry. All things considering, I'm doing alright. Believe it or not, I don't want you back, I don't love you anymore. Unfortunately there are too many things that remind me of you... and unfortunately I haven't been able to go a day without some cruel reminder of my pain... But never is there a fond thought. I don't know why everytime I talk to you I have some shred of hope... maybe I'm the crazy one for beliving there is some goo din people. Just ask yourself.... where were you in all my times of need???
P.S. Fuck!
P.S. Fuck!