i always get the good ones, ladies and gents.
the guy i was supposed to be dating just wrote in his juornal about how he liked someone else. `she`s hot and i think i have a crush on her.` pft. whatev. he was supposed to come and see me, right. he went to the beach instead. getting drunk, and probably doesn`t care if i`m pissed right now or not.
i told him to call me while i was at the beach.
he`d much rather get drunk. makeout with every lady he gets the chance with. stare at other ladies. do god-knows-what with another lady, and i`m supposed to be okay with it?
what the fucking ever. shut your face, rc. as i`ve said before, you`re not allowed to tell me you love me. you`re not allowed to tell me `you`re the only one i want`, you`re not allowed to tell me you want to come and see me, you should be surprised that you`re allowed to talk to me.
honestly. if you didn`t want anyone to know we were dating, since i just know how to figure this shit out, you should just not date me.
oh right. we aren`t dating, public of mine. hint. nudge. wink.
sod off. tell me what you want next time before you make the decision to be my boy. i don`t need nonsense.