So I pussied out pretty bad last nite. I felt so bad for tara. Everyone had someone last nite, kissing on their car in the parking lot. everyone was dancing with someone. Everything was plural, but me. What the fuck is wrong with me? I havent had a date in almost a year. I thought I looked nice last nite, but no male chose to tell me so. Maybe I didnt to them. Maybe I should wear chuck taylors with a dress with tulle sticking out underneath it? Every girl I know that dresses like that has a fuckin boyfriend. Just go back to wearing your fuckin monkey pyjama pants.
I cried and cried and cried last nite. I felt like I was in so much pain. something must be wrong wtih me. I never cry. I never really get down. I just want to be accepted. In my blurred drunkeness, I remember hearing "our day will come" and just feeling horribly enraged and wanting to kill that cock of an ex boyfriend of mine. I could, if I wanted to. He's gotta be one of the most normal fuckin assholes I've ever met, I was just goo over him cause I met someone who knew who was I was talking about, musically, but I dont think he knows that much about music anyways. He's one of those guys who says the same thing to every girl then dumps her. He's one of those guys who hates everything for no good reason, to be a badass, I guess. I hate guys like him, he's like everyone I've ever met.
Anyways. I doubt I'll get a date anytime soon. pat was supposed to show, but he didnt. He ditched out on me to go to the fuckin sand dunes. what the fuck?