Picked all my weeds and kept the flowers (or maybe it was the opposite?)
How could things have gotten so bad so quickly?
I finally sent him an e-mail, telling him to fuck off and find another girl to drag down.
If he isn't going to talk to me or listen to me, what's the use in waiting?
He changed when we moved in with his mom.
Suddenly, it's like he was afraid to show affection for me in front of her.
I should have seen it coming.
The woman is an expert at manipulation,
and Zack just wanted a mother.
Well, a mother he got- at the expense of a girlfriend.
But who needs a girlfriend when you've got Mommy to take care of you?
And steal your money?
And use your money to buy her cigarettes without you knowing?
I'm just so sick of boys.
I was talking to Carlie the other day.
When I told her that, she said that it was because I deserved a man.
And maybe I do.
I don't know, I still haven't decided yet.
I've been talking to this guy from San Francisco.
He's an electronica musician,
and a student.
And he's 24.
I'm more than willing to see how this goes,
I am on this incredible rebound streak.
I flirt with grocery baggers.
It's bad.
I need some fun, someone to bring some sort of energy to my life.
Of the positive variety, of course.