Just when I think I'm over it, I get infuriatingly angry because of... something.
This has to stop, me. Quit it.
Obviously they didn't give a damn, so you shouldn't either, anymore. You made the effort, you messaged, you begged. You got ignored.
It isn't your fault.
You won't get anything out of torturing yourself anymore when it's clearly over.
This has to stop, me. Quit it.
Obviously they didn't give a damn, so you shouldn't either, anymore. You made the effort, you messaged, you begged. You got ignored.
It isn't your fault.
You won't get anything out of torturing yourself anymore when it's clearly over.
It has been a day...
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:20 pmFirst:

Then:

Now:

EDIT: Oh and also I dreamed that following the suicides of beloved family members, which I was there with them to witness, getting hit on by my acting teacher (who I kinda have a crush on, but not really, I love him in a father figure way), finding out he already slept with a 16 year old friend of mine, I threw myself off a pier after my brother and mom. DNW.

Then:

Now:

EDIT: Oh and also I dreamed that following the suicides of beloved family members, which I was there with them to witness, getting hit on by my acting teacher (who I kinda have a crush on, but not really, I love him in a father figure way), finding out he already slept with a 16 year old friend of mine, I threw myself off a pier after my brother and mom. DNW.