[C.]

I'm sort of surprised by the depression that hit me really suddenly tonight at 9. That's when I knew he wasn't calling me to say he is sorry for being an asshole. Tomorrow is too late. Today was too late.

I don't understand it. I don't understand(yes I do, but why did it have to happen to me again) why him telling me he cares about me made him turn into a jerk. This has happened to me so many times. He could sit there all night and tell me how beautiful I am, and that kissing me makes him dizzy, and then storm out an hour later and cut me off entirely.

It seems like part of my life path is to experience the widest range of fucked up interpersonal behavior possible.

© beotch at
10:23 p.m.
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