i feel like i've been hit with a boulder. 3 or 4, one right after another. shit's just not going smoothly latley. shit's just going so, so wrong. i dont know how much longer i can take it. it seems like my friends just flake off as the days go on.
they're not my friends, they're henry's. they're ian's friends. wtf am i doing with them?
obviously they dont care about me.
the one that i'm the most confused about is mike. i dont understand why he dosent even want to talk to me about some shit that went down on saturday night. all i wanna do is talk to him about it, and he wont reply to anything that i have to say, i'm sure tasha has some outward and inside influence on the whole situation. i was so hurt on saturday becuase i thouhgt that mike knew where i was comming from, and HE was the one that mentioned anything in the first place that had to do with smashing babies heads aginst brick walls n shit...
yeah, ian tells me that they didnt know that it hit so close to home, some of the things they were saying...but i know that mike did, and that's no excuse. i confronted ian about how he apologized to mike FOR me, he tells me that's not what he was doing. i had every right to do what i did that night. and i didnt make a fool out of myself, i did and reacted the way i should've. maybe when i started crying, staring garrett in the face, and telling him to shut up-didnt portray how disturbed i actually was, it went further than disgusted-i was deeply disturbed.
anyway-obviously i dont know what the fuck i'm talking about.
they ask me: how u know so much at 17?
whachoo mean, you never seen a dysfunctional teen??