At least my heart doesn't feel that broken (To tell you the truth, I just wanted to be that kid's friend... but not anymore.) ... like when Shawna died... and I had to go to work the next day... my heart. Was. Broken. There was nothing there. And I can't believe I fall for these people's tricks... she just wanted me to go, so she could look better by comparison. Why else? Yeah, I'm ugly. I get that. I'm trying to work on it though. Ugh.
I have such a high self confidence... I'm awesome.
I really hope she doesn't try to phone me tomorrow. Cuz I'm afraid I'll flip out... and hang up. Or just hang up. Hm. Either one would work I guess. Times like these I wish I had caller ID. Gr.
Oh yeah. And... I'm pretty sure he called me fat. I should have kicked his fucking ass right then and there. Fucking jerk. WHY AM I SO ANGRY? AHHHH. It's annoying...