I woke up yesterday with a good head on my shoulders.
I had my independent study work done.
My stupid ortho was easily rescheduled to Thursday.
School was a breeze and I actually went to Statistics.
And I went to the City with Happy, Mimi, and Luigi.
I thought I was going to have a ball like I usually do.
But truth be told, I’m already getting tired of being treated the way he’s been treating me.
It was cute in the beginning.
‘Cause it just seemed like we were doing the 2nd grade “I-hate-you-but-secretly-not-so-secretly-like-you” thing.
Then he got out of hand with it, pushing me away.
Telling me to shut the fuck up.
Damn, I must be a really patient girlfriend.
And I really must care about him and want him around because I don’t fire my mouth at him or trip out ever.
I am chill.
When I’m mad, I’m just quiet and I let myself get over it.
And now I’m starting to question whether or not I should even be letting him off the hook that easy.
Naturally, I’m just chill about things and I just let it all go because I’m not the type to start some conflict if I feel that it’s not necessary.
Sometimes I feel like he just takes advantage of the way I am.
Because he knows I won’t trip.
I don’t know.
It’d be nice if he was actually considerate about how I felt.
But he “doesn’t give a fuck”.
So.
I don’t know.
He’s great most of the time.
Don’t get me wrong.
I have a lot on my mind.
I’m not happy right now.
My mom kicked me out.
My dad makes me cry.
I’m tired of being taken for granted.
