Yeah. Now he comes home acting like NOTHING is wrong… Hugging me and kissing me and making mild fun of my anger not knowing what he did that was inappropriate…. I kept shoving him off and he just didn’t get it until I lashed a bit and said a tad of what I needed to say. Fuck. Now I never know what the he’ll is over reacting or what. Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuck
I JUST WANT TO WATCH TRUE BLOOD FOR FUCKS SAKE
I wish i fucking DL’ed true blood myself so I could watch it alone and go to bed. It’s now 840 and he is still not home. To say the least……. I am not impressed. Its taking all of my being not to say something.
If he is with cuntface and lying to me London will see a form of Godzilla.
“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”—
i am still fucking mad. all i want to do is fall asleep until tomorrow. who says that? seriously? nobody who respects their fucking girlfriend would say that. its such bullshit. and so fucking pathetic that i put up with this shit. knowing that clearly i am not respected at all.
WHY WONT HE JUST FUCKING DUMP ME IF THATS WHAT HE WANTS
im so fucking mad. but i never know if i am over-reacting or what. i never know how a normal being would react…. because i am insane. and because i have an uber fucked up relationship. so much its beyond repair. so much that i should just not bother to talk about anything that concerns me.
so i read on twitter within this hour “you’re the kind of slut i would take home to my mom” talking about MY BOYFRIENDS view on this girl…. and as of right now he shouldve been home almost an hour ago. i texted him…. nothing. i am fucking livid. all i asked was “hey where you at?”… nothing.
am i over-reacting? tell me please.
its hard because we have had extreme issues lately. trust is a huuuuuuuuge factor that doesnt exist and i am having a hard time with everything.
and its upsetting because every car window glare that passes i think its him. and it hasnt been him each and every time. its fucking pathetic. all i wanted was a nice evening and then i saw that and im like wtf.
now he texts me and says he is having a beer at the bar. awesome. thats why theres such tweeting. he is chilling with a bunch of slutty chicks… AWESOME. WHY THE FUCK DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF?!?! when he gets home i wont even know wtf to do/say. i cannot fucking wait until i move the hell out of here.