I know I’ll look back on this in a couple years and laugh. Not I’m not laughing now.
The EX>>>>> Shit sake.
So since he came over to show me the new dog he hasn’t stopped texting me and trying to talk… Which I’m just to blame because I always text him back.
Anyway… I asked if it was okay to take my friend to the party we had planned together ages ago since he wasn’t going anymore and I didn’t want to go by myself… And he completely went off the rails.
It wasn’t even because I said I wanted to take somebody else with me but it was because he “still loves me and wants to be with me”.
I couldn’t deal with it so I drove away with him yelling at me from his driveway and now I’m home… In my bedroom with a bunch of Gin which I’ve already consumed half of and a pizza on standby.
So my life. I absolutely hate it.
I hate it. I hate him. I hate what I’m doing… Which is nothing.
I hate feeling like I need to be drunk all the night.
I hate having no friends except one.
I’m just done.
I just re read this entry and realized how completely stupid I sound. Poor me.. Blah blah… That’ll be fixed.
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