| Current mood: |  bitchy |
Ugh.
WARNING: Rant. If you don't want to hear me whine, I suggest you stop reading now.
I am sick and fucking tired of playing second best to everyone...and I mean everyone. Even my own fucking boyfriend. I have to beg and bug the hell out of him for long periods of time to get him to do anything with me....but his friends ask and he's all about it. He's going to be the DD for some of his friends tonight when they go to a bar. I DO NOT WANT MY BOYFRIEND AT A BAR. Even if it is to do a favor. He won't even go with me monday because he can't skip class or work. I asked him long before they scheduled him in...I mean...damnit...I'll probably end up having to drive to knoxville alone. And I don't feel safe doing that...but hell, what can I do?
Yeah, I got my feelings hurt a bunch of times tonight, not that I think anyone really even cares. It really pisses me off. It's a saturday night, I actually look really nice...and yet I'm sitting here in front of the computer, whining about my life. I've been waiting for 3 damn weeks for Brandon to take me to a movie...but no...he has to be a designated driver. I'm not saying he should put me first in his life, but fuck, I should have a place somewhere in it where I don't have to beg for a little of his time. Is that so wrong to want?
So this is the night I get. I get to sit here, possibly find a movie on tv or something....and I'll probably cry because I just feel like shit. Sorry, can't help it.
Ah, there's so much more I wish I could say. But I guess I'm done.
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