So...Scottie is an asshole.
Well, if you want to know why, just ask his 'other half'. I want to cry, I really do, but the tears just aren't coming.
So here's the whole gay ass story of why I fucking hate scottie now.
We talked every day on the phone. We were there for eachother like none other. He talked to me about moving to Orlando, going to school, seeing me on the weekends. Kept saying how he wanted me in his life and how this was going to work out one day. Calls me sweetie and baby, texts me just to see how I'm doing, calles me to say he's thinking about me. Calls me sometimes three or four times a day. He's a sweetheart and I can't believe how lucky I am that he's so nice to me. So he gets in last week at the airport, and of course the first thing we do is give eachother a huge huge and a kiss. And I'll admit, I was having my reservations about his visit, because he lives so far away and I was afraid to let him in thinking that I would get hurt. So I was a little introverted those first few days. But we had a blast. The whole time it was sweetie this and what can I do to make you happy baby, and he was just too much for me. Such a total sweetheart. We had the best fucking time. So he left and we were both bummed. We both said we didn't want him to leave. I didn't want him to go, he didn't want to go home. It was an emo time. But then he left, and at the airport we kissed of course, and held hands and talked about when he was going to be here next. The next day we talked and said we missed eachother and that we had a great time. He couldn't stop saying how awesome of a time he had. But then he didn't call me that night, and he didn't call me when he said he was the next day, I actually had to text him to remind him that he said he was going to call. I had a fucking shitty ass night and called him, but he was at practice or something, so he said he'd call me back, but that didn't happen...said he 'forgot' about calling me yesterday. And yesterday I was in the health services at school and he called, so I said call me later. STILL HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM. I left him a message to call me, he still hasn't called me. He had mentioned that he was going to put the pics of me and him on his myspace that he took with his camera phone. SO....last night at band rehearsal I hop on myspace...and what do I see? Twenty million comments from some girl - i love you scottie, i can't wait to see you, i love you and hearts everywhere. I'm like, who the fuck are you? Go into his pics to try and see the ones of me and him, and what do I see but a picture of him and that girl, whith the label. 'me and my other half'
*blinks*
...what?!I'm confused. I'm hurt. My fragile little self wasn't equipted for this kind of heartbreak. I mean, it's not like I fucking loved him or anything of course, but I was straight up LIED to. I had asked him mulitple times, hinted around it, joked about it, prying to see if he had a girlfriend. No, he said, I used to see this one girl but not anymore or something like that. I mean, if would have been cool for him to visit if he had a girlfriend. He would have slept on the couch and not fucked me and we still would have had a blast just being friends. Now I'm a little distraught emo girl and the fact that he still hasn't called me so I can tear into him and make him feel like shit is consuming my thoughts right now.
So here's the whole gay ass story of why I fucking hate scottie now.
We talked every day on the phone. We were there for eachother like none other. He talked to me about moving to Orlando, going to school, seeing me on the weekends. Kept saying how he wanted me in his life and how this was going to work out one day. Calls me sweetie and baby, texts me just to see how I'm doing, calles me to say he's thinking about me. Calls me sometimes three or four times a day. He's a sweetheart and I can't believe how lucky I am that he's so nice to me. So he gets in last week at the airport, and of course the first thing we do is give eachother a huge huge and a kiss. And I'll admit, I was having my reservations about his visit, because he lives so far away and I was afraid to let him in thinking that I would get hurt. So I was a little introverted those first few days. But we had a blast. The whole time it was sweetie this and what can I do to make you happy baby, and he was just too much for me. Such a total sweetheart. We had the best fucking time. So he left and we were both bummed. We both said we didn't want him to leave. I didn't want him to go, he didn't want to go home. It was an emo time. But then he left, and at the airport we kissed of course, and held hands and talked about when he was going to be here next. The next day we talked and said we missed eachother and that we had a great time. He couldn't stop saying how awesome of a time he had. But then he didn't call me that night, and he didn't call me when he said he was the next day, I actually had to text him to remind him that he said he was going to call. I had a fucking shitty ass night and called him, but he was at practice or something, so he said he'd call me back, but that didn't happen...said he 'forgot' about calling me yesterday. And yesterday I was in the health services at school and he called, so I said call me later. STILL HAVEN'T HEARD FROM HIM. I left him a message to call me, he still hasn't called me. He had mentioned that he was going to put the pics of me and him on his myspace that he took with his camera phone. SO....last night at band rehearsal I hop on myspace...and what do I see? Twenty million comments from some girl - i love you scottie, i can't wait to see you, i love you and hearts everywhere. I'm like, who the fuck are you? Go into his pics to try and see the ones of me and him, and what do I see but a picture of him and that girl, whith the label. 'me and my other half'
*blinks*
...what?!I'm confused. I'm hurt. My fragile little self wasn't equipted for this kind of heartbreak. I mean, it's not like I fucking loved him or anything of course, but I was straight up LIED to. I had asked him mulitple times, hinted around it, joked about it, prying to see if he had a girlfriend. No, he said, I used to see this one girl but not anymore or something like that. I mean, if would have been cool for him to visit if he had a girlfriend. He would have slept on the couch and not fucked me and we still would have had a blast just being friends. Now I'm a little distraught emo girl and the fact that he still hasn't called me so I can tear into him and make him feel like shit is consuming my thoughts right now.