Thursday, September 8, 2011

The aftermath. (Warning: strong language)

I want to fucking kill someone.  No one in particular.  I don't have it in me right now to hate Gavin.  I don't hate anyone right now, except maybe my grandpa.  If I could wring my own fucking neck, I would.  I've been so stupid.  I don't think I've been this humiliated by myself - ever.  I don't want to listen to music.  I don't want to do anything.  I hate not doing anything though, so I'm kind of half-heartedly pushing myself along.
Okay, yes, I'm also ticked off at Gavin.  He makes excuses for a week and half; saying he's too busy to hang out, then he ignores me for almost a week, then he breaks up with me OVER TEXT.  He says he'll call later that day when he gets off work.  He never calls.  I call him several times.  I text him several times.  I'm in town, so I stop by his house.  Yes, maybe that's a little fucking extreme.  But really?  I can't even get the guy to talk to me.  He isn't saying a word.  I texted him once this morning saying I was sorry for overreacting yesterday, take care, etc.  I meant it then, I meant it now.  I don't hate him.  But whether or not he actually IS a jerk, he ACTED like one.  He was so nice for a few weeks, and then he turned around and was a fucking asshole.  I don't get it.  I DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND.  I don't think I ever will.  I'm trying not to care about the whole stupid mess, because it doesn't look like it will get any better.  Everything hurts right now - the fact that I can't seem to make any relationship last, the fact that guys seemingly (if not for real) try to take advantage of me, the stupid floor I've been sleeping on for almost a month.  And I'm tired of pretending I'm fine.  No cure for that though.  Oh well, I've been through worse.  This shouldn't be that difficult.  Crazy's a big girl now.

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