Typical emo livejournal post:
This was a terrible week.
1) My great grandmother died. I was expecting it. She was really old (99). It still sucks.
2) I have been left yet again. This is getting really old. The more it happens, the more I am convinced there is something fundamentally wrong with me. This one moved to Utah. All of a sudden. Without saying anything at all. You know it's bad when someone moves to Utah to get away from you. Haha. It sucks. It hurts. It brings back really bad memories.
Worst of all is the blatant lack of respect. Obviously he doesn't respect me. Rejection doesn't suck nearly as much when you at least feel like the rejecting party has at least a shred of respect for me.
Which begs the question: Why does he not respect me? Because I had sex with him? Because I initiated the aforementioned sex? Because I had sex with him on his friend's bed because he insisted? (I didn't want to. I thought it was disrespectful of Jon. I felt like shit afterwards. I felt used afterwards, which was actually a fairly common feeling after sleeping with him.) Perhaps his friends don't like me? Perhaps he's a shallow douchebag with an entirely too high opinion of himself. (note to douchebag: You are not that attractive. I thought you were cute, but certainly not God's gift to women.)
Or maybe I'm just insane.
I hate this. I hate liking people. People always disappoint. People are never good enough. People will never make me happy. I will always be alone.
So what the hell is the fucking point?
1) My great grandmother died. I was expecting it. She was really old (99). It still sucks.
2) I have been left yet again. This is getting really old. The more it happens, the more I am convinced there is something fundamentally wrong with me. This one moved to Utah. All of a sudden. Without saying anything at all. You know it's bad when someone moves to Utah to get away from you. Haha. It sucks. It hurts. It brings back really bad memories.
Worst of all is the blatant lack of respect. Obviously he doesn't respect me. Rejection doesn't suck nearly as much when you at least feel like the rejecting party has at least a shred of respect for me.
Which begs the question: Why does he not respect me? Because I had sex with him? Because I initiated the aforementioned sex? Because I had sex with him on his friend's bed because he insisted? (I didn't want to. I thought it was disrespectful of Jon. I felt like shit afterwards. I felt used afterwards, which was actually a fairly common feeling after sleeping with him.) Perhaps his friends don't like me? Perhaps he's a shallow douchebag with an entirely too high opinion of himself. (note to douchebag: You are not that attractive. I thought you were cute, but certainly not God's gift to women.)
Or maybe I'm just insane.
I hate this. I hate liking people. People always disappoint. People are never good enough. People will never make me happy. I will always be alone.
So what the hell is the fucking point?