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I really wish I had my own apartment. Or hell, actually lived with my boyfriend, which means I’d have a key and we’d live together instead of me just sleeping there at his convenience. I mean, I’m sitting here, in my best friend’s apartment, who I am currently mad at, and I just want to be chilling in my underwear, on my own couch, or in my own bed, just sitting. But nope. Life fucking sucks and gets in the way or things aren’t going right or whatever.
Either way, my own place, or at least a place with my boyfriend would be nice. But that’s just too much to ask I guess.
Best friend and I spent $156 on books at Barnes and Noble.(: And then went and bought Angry Birds cupcakes and now we’re about to eat a cheese pizza. And then in two weeks, hopefully we’ll repeat!
I’m super tired of being a burden to my best friend and boyfriend.
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This is a new feeling of low for me. I snapped, I got mad, I’m still mad, and yet, this a new feeling of low. It wasn’t like this before, before that thing happened. Every time the phone rings, every time there is a text message, I think that I’m not good enough anymore. That I’m second best. That I’m not the one that you’re in love with. That I’m not the one you want to live with. That I’m never going to be her. And after everything that has happened, this is a new low that I have reached.
No matter what, no matter how much I try and make sure you don’t get back into this, you’re fucking there. Calling, calling, and calling. And now randomly showing up? This is not okay. I give up.
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There’s one thing they can never take from me; The fact that I have a love no one will ever understand. Know the story, yes. Understand, no. That is all.