I'm just deflated
That voice mail just basically drained me. I don’t care. I was hoping we’d work this out and I’d see you tonight. At this point I’m wondering what difference would it make? I don’t want to do this on my own. Which is exactly why I was wanting you to talk to me about it. What’s the point of a wedding if it’s one-sided? It’s suppose to be a...
I just want to crawl under a rock and disappear.
Somedays, I just hate myself.
And I can’t even really vent like I want to and I’m just ugh. UGH UGH UGH UGH. *exhales* It’s cool, I’m over it. I might need another smirnoff first, but I’m over it.
I just want things to go well.
I want everything to fall into place. It had started too. Now it’s just….it’s frustrating. I understand, but I don’t. Like half of it makes sense. But then the other half just makes me want to be like “Really, really…that’s just dumb…you’re being silly okay?” But it’s kind of irrelevant isn’t it?
I swear I'm never going to get away from it.
Just when I start thinking that I’ll finally get away from all the guys that pick on and tease me for being small-breasted I end up right back in one of those situations again. I am so sick and tired of being bullied about it. Like today? Derrick started picking on me about it and it took all I did not to burst into tears right then and there. And now I’m going to be forced into...