Lousy boyfriend. I swear he doesn't care about me. Sure, asking me what's wrong when I'm not up to talking isn't much. But when I'm crying, he'd rather pay attention to Sharon and some kitten. God. He doesn't seem to see how much it hurts me. When I'm crying, there's usually something stressing me out. The fact that my on boyfriend, who says that he's loved me for the past 7 months, doesn't even come over to me to give me a hug or even come near me to aske me why I'm crying really hurts. All of my feelings end up pouring out into my little rants.
I don't tell anyone my secrets because you can't trust people. People tend to blurt things out and then try apologizing when the apology is fake. The only one I tell my secrets to is my dog, Max. At least he knows to keep quiet about my secrets. I want my soudoll so I can pour my feelings out to him and not be criticized for it.
Oh. I also hope I get to deaccessioned a dress, hat, and parasol outfit from the late 1800's from the museum on monday. I want to use it to make a gothic lolita outfit.
ToonMistress · Fri Jun 17, 2005 @ 08:45pm · 0 Comments |