Tonight is one of those depressed-for-basically-no-reason night. I'm bitter and I'm angry and this is my venue to write about it since no one reads it anyways.
First and foremost is obviously Justin. A, he obviously does not like me "that way" and I get really down whenever I realize that because he's such an awesome person. I am so jealous of the girl he
does like. So jealous that I get flushed and hot whenever I think of her. And for a good 3 or 4 weeks he and I hung out pretty regularly but ever since then he is too busy to see me. I've gotten really down on it but the other day while I was still on vacation I texted him and said, "Hang out with me this weekend?" and he said, "It's probable!" Now, the dictionary defines "probable" as, "Likely to happen or to be true." However today he told me he doesn't think he can see me this weekend and that is just awesome. Awesome! So during the few hours that we somehow managed to talk online, I of course kept bringing it up to the point where I got him angry. Of course. I do that. I SUCK! He is never going to want to see my fucking face again, not like it matters because he doesn't like me "that way" anyways. I really was just his little slut, wasn't I?
And all during this I was really bitter that this is my first day back from vacation and nobody is rushing to hang out with me even though I've been gone for a week. It seems so stupid but the fact that everyone has better things to do really bothers me. Thinking of this I realized something important: I have only ever had 2 friends in my entire life, Kim and Crystal, who have actually let me know I mean something to them. They both have written me cards or letters specifically for the purpose of letting me know what a good friend of theirs I am, and Crystal has done it many, many times. I know that having 2 great friends is more than most people can say, just I wish that some of my other friends could maybe let me know that they would give a rat's ass if I happened to like, die or something. Because I just have a hard time believing anyone
actually gives a fuck.
Honestly, 100% honestly, I think I'm a pretty special person. If I weren't me I'd, for the most part, like me. So why then, seriously, are people so adversed to hanging out with me and getting to know me? I'd kill for a serious conversation right now. I had some amazing ones with Tony at the end of last quarter and that is why I feel (felt?) so close to him. I feel (felt?) like I can (could?) trust Tony because we both shared intimate details of our lives with each other and that was awesome. I feel so alone in the world right now because I
did have Kim but she's got her new boyfriend so now I'm #2 as far as hanging out goes, even though she'd like for me to believe I'm #1. That's not the case. She sees him way more than me, and she knows it.
I want my mother back.