| - Pieces - - If you ever thought something was too good to be true, you were probably right. I hate realizing this shit. I really do. "Emotions are a hard thing to deal with." Yeah dad. You couldn't be more right. Fuck my emotions. I hate them right now.
Let me just start from the beginning. Antonio and I first started talking on Tuesday of last week. Dude. It was so great. We were SO much alike. I couldn't believe it. We lived close so that was an awesome plus too. He just seemed to be like a good relationship for me to get in. But I guess I was wrong.
We talked every single living second on the phone. Sometimes until the early morning hours. It was great. While it lasted. I blew a lot of people off to talk to him. I'll admit that. I hate myself for doing it too. I'm sorry for blowing off people who care about me because obviously Antonio doesn't. That's cool though.
He came over on Monday for Valentine's Day and as I said, he gave me a dozen roses. I loved it. Every time I walked into the kitchen, I would yell out "I LOVE IT!" but now, I hope those roses die. I hate them so much. I hate staring at them when I go through the kitchen. I hate thinking about him now. Why have I been doing it so much then?
I told my dad last night about what had been going on. We talked for a long time. He said he knew how I felt because he and I are a lot alike in the way we feel for people. He said that his girlfriend sometimes treats him like Antonio has treated me. The only thing with my dad is that he still has a relationship. I don't.
I cried myself to sleep. I'll admit that. I hated it. I looked so tired when I woke up. I cried in school. I hate doing that. I couldn't help it though. I couldn't get it out of my mind. I tried. But it was impossible for today.
It's not the fact that we're not talking anymore that makes me upset. It's the reason why. The reason I obviously don't know. How can you ignore someone knowing it hurts them to not even know why? I don't know how. Hopefully I haven't/will never do that to someone. No matter who it is.
I would give up that stupid week of happiness to be happy right now. I hate this crying shit. I feel like I just want to tell him off so bad. I can't though. He won't listen to me. He won't answer my calls, reply to my texts, or answer my IMs. Whatever the reason for ignoring me is, it must be pretty good. I don't know what I did. But I'm not sorry. No, I'm not.
I don't know when I'll get to bed. I'm tired in a way. Really only from crying. I'll talk to Kevin for a little longer. He makes me happy. <3
Pete, I'm glad that everything is better between you and me. It makes things better. <3
Leave a comment or two. Love you all. I won't be in school tomorrow. Today technically. Have a good one. Peace out. <33 |