|Current mood:|| guilty|
|Current music:||Superdrag - Keep it close to me|
this is me posting
Well, no beach, went to St. Augustine... we did nothing, we ate. Took us like 4545498587 hours to get home, when it only should have taken two. Heath isn't coming over... Everyone thinks I'm pissed or angry or some shit. Maybe disappointed... I just like to plan things to an extent, there's nothing wrong with disappointment it fucking happens and I'm so fucking used to it. What fucking sucks ass is when you apparently make people feel guilty and they tell you what you fucking want to hear. I'm just going to spend this week alone. Perhaps I am to clingy, because now I do feel like shit. Brian when I talked to him HAD to mess around, he was trying to make me feel okay, but he made me feel like a typical bitchy girl and I feel guilty as all hell now... I have social issues.