Guess where my boyfriend's at right now though? Guess?
A FUCKING FALL OUT BOY CONCERT
with PANIC AT THE DISCO and 21 PILOTS.
He knows we're not talking. He knows I'm upset. He knows I'm depressed. But he's going, with his best friend, the douchebag, to a Fall Out Boy concert.
I'm pretty sure by my tone in texts, my coldness, my snappiness, he got the message. He even said in a text, "So we're not talking anymore?"
I'M FUCKING DEPRESSED AND I'VE BEEN EMOTIONALLY STRUNG OUT THIS ENTIRE WEEK AND HIS ASS IS PARTYING WITH HIS BEST FRIEND AT FALL OUT BOY CONCERT??
(as irritating as this is for me to admit, I sound like a selfish teenager who can't adapt at all--but when depression strikes and the person who I thought loved me does not even make an attempt call and ask what's wrong--and what's more is that he knows I have it--then...no)
Look, I'm all for having a good time and all, and I understand time constraints with concerts, but since he really hasn't put much effort into calling me, talking to me (if he had called more than once, chance of me picking up would have been high)--and is now partying with his douchebag of a best friend--and I've been sick over this whole thing this entire week...
I sound like a bitch right now--I'm sorry. I'm just T__T -- he hasn't tried hard enough.
