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he does not pick up his phone.
& will definitely not be described as a comforter.
im so frustrated. with everything.
my parents.
certain people.
myself.
generally everrrrything.
tomorrow im going to breakfast with jared at the mission inn.
6 months. half a year.
wooo who.
so. jared can finally have sex.
it's funny. he's excited about it.
before he couldn't.
because i intimidated him & got him all nervous.
...lovely.
late nights and early mornings are my favorite.
those are the times when he's really himself.
he gets upset at me.
& i don't like it.
im the type of person that when i get mad or frustrated, i just want to talk to someone.
and when i call, i expect them to answer the first time.
wellll, he wasn't answering his phone for like a million years it seemed like.
and he finally did.
and i sounded terrible.
my nose was all stuffy and i sounded tired.
i told him i had been wanting to talk to him; because he had told me to call him if there was a problem, and there indeed was a problem.
& i really needed to just talk to him & get better.
but he wanted to go.
he was at some store that he has been to a million times.
and i wouldn't doubt knows the place by heart.
i beggggged him to stay on the phone.
& he hung up on me.
what an ass.
the end.
ps.
i over-exaggerate.
but i really needed him the most.