I say that to myself a couple times a month. I remember when I almost moved to St. Mary's. I really should have done it. I really wish I did, a lot of the time. So I can hang out with people who aren't going to screw me over royally or just treat me like shit. Not saying that everyone around here is like that, because it's definitely not true, why else would I even stay if everyone was terrible to me?
I don't know why I care about Devon or even want to be his friend sometimes. We get in a little fight and he talks about how he doesn't want to talk to me the rest of the night and he doesn't think he's going to talk to me tomorrow or go with me to get my tattoo.
Just because I accidentally hit him in the face. lol.
It was a total accident, we were joking around and he accidentally hit me, so I turned around to barely hit his shoulder and I hit his face, and he immediately went from a smile to a frown with those crazy eyes he gets when he gets pissed, and he takes his stuff and goes to his room. Then he comes in my room asking for the lap top (HA!), and asking me if I want to talk it out, and why I'm mad.
Uhhhh... really????
So I told him that I didn't mean to hit him in the face and I told him that, but he didn't care. Then he goes on about how I was mad that he added these girls that he used to claim he never wanted to speak to again, and why should I care, and blah blah blah.
I care because it's annoying that he lies all the time.
Try being honest for at least a day, JUST ONCE.
Haha, I hope he reads this someday. I don't care.
This is my perspective. I know I'm not perfect, I know I start stuff sometimes, and I can get an attitude easily. But at least when I tell people about my fights with Devon, I tell them exactly everything. I don't leave out how I acted like an idiot like he does when he tells people about our fights.
It's whatever. Fuck it.
