Friday, 17 October 2008

• Rant Numero Un

  Don't tell me you want to talk to me, then go idle for fifty years. That makes no sense, and it stops me from doing anything else with my time because I'm sitting here like an ass waiting for you to talk to me. Its rather exasperating, and it makes my head throb. I don't like when my head throbs. I don't think its supposed to do that. Something to do with blood and all that.

  While I'm on the topic of your fickle nature:

  Please make it clear what you feel. If you don't want me, fine. If you do want me, YAY! But tell me. Don't lead me to believe you care, then shoot me down by telling me you don't. Or don't tell me you don't care, then turn around and tell me you do. If you don't care, fucking tell me. If you care, then fucking tell me. [["You change your mind like a girl changes clothes." -Katy Perry, Hot 'N Cold]]

  Speaking of people who change their minds all the time:

  Okay. Just because I'm going to her Senior Day does not mean I want her back. She is still my friend, and I want to see her walk down the aisle. Besides, she is not my only Senior friend. And why were you randomly wondering about that? Its kind of weird for you to be wondering about how I feel about my ex. Unless it has something to do with how you feel about me, then I wish you would tell me and stop being so enigmatic about everything.

  
  

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