Ladies.

Whatever.
It's been a rough day.
But I haven't updated in a while, so it's about time to.
I've been reading a lot. That's nice.
Also, I'm making a bookcase out of boxes.
I just need to think of a way to kind of, connect the two columns.
It will be easier to under stand when I actually finish putting it together.
Hm.

I thought, maybe I'd do two other posts this evening, but, just one will do. I'll put one of my main things here.
Let's get this out of the way:

Dear Dan,
Please, please, please stop.
You make me feel terrible all of the time. When you hug me, I feel like you're still holding on to what cannot be. I feel like you're not moving on. Please stop dweling in the past. Someday, you will meet someone awesome and she (or he. Don't judge.) will love you. I can not be that person. I've told you this before.
s hanging out all the time isn't helping. I still want to be there for you and everything.
But, like on Saturday, when Dustin (I think it was Dustin. Not the point) intoduced me as "dan's girlfriend", I could have screamed and gotten angry and cried all right there and then. What made me angrier was that you didn't say anything. You just accepted it. You didn't even try to explain. You didn't even flinch. I really wish you would've said something. I know it's hard, but still. It's the truth, and the truth sucks.

Hm.
And now I sound like a bitch.
Yay.


Next up, Six Words.