Done with '08

Justin #1, the ex fiance who is now fucking my ex best friend, paid a visit unexpectedly to my grandma yesterday. He tried to convince her to give him my number. She refused to give it to him, thankfully, even though he continued to argue with her over it. Unfortunately, he proceeded to call my mom for it, and she gave in and let him have it. Supposedly he still "cares" about me and wants to be my "friend." I'm not looking forward to that call to say the very least.

Zak called me today to give me a heads up that Justin is moving back to Chicago. He just left maybe a month ago. But guess who he's bringing with him. I do believe he stated our downfall was due to the fact that we took things too fast by moving in together. They've been seeing eachother for no more than a month-ish. Oh please just knock her up and leave her for a fake whore you met on the internet. He's already had experience with the latter.



But what's most upsetting about my night, apparently me trying to be there for a "friend" that I do actually care about is completely worthless. Whether or not I will ever understand, I'm always going to be there for moral support. Even if I'm of no help with what's going on in your head, I can at least try to get your mind off of it for awhile. Stop being so hard headed, and learn to let people show that they care about you.



Oh,
Radiohead.
mmm.