#openalready

[i-dont-even-fuckin-know-blog]

Chilling at Vic roads.

[nottechnicallyagod]

I just need to rant.

You know, I thought maybe it was gonna be different this time. I thought maybe this was my lucky break. The thing is, you did the same thing at prom last year but whatever I went with it. Because, as we established, I'm horrible at demanding better for myself.

You asked me to figure out my shit. I figured I out. I want to be with you. It's not because there's no on else. That's not even close to it. I figured out my shit because I want to be with you. But whatever. I'm used to rejection. I'm good at dealing with that.

But seriously. That's how you do it? You effectively lead me on and then change your mind and won't even talk to me?

Look who's being wishy washy.

I'm sorry. This is how I deal with life, but you know that. Because I've told you all about my coping process.