So I guess, I'll get over this but I just have a lot of doubts. I really want to punch him in the face and then hug him but I can't. I think I'm still hung over Orange but I can't, not just yet. I think its going to take some time. I really really liked them and I still kind of do, even though they're an asshole. I think I may be wrong, but I think I was replaced, but that's probably me being jealous. "/. This is really depressing, but I guess being friends is better than nothing. I really wish you would completely delete my little sense of false hope instead of having it there. I mean, I though you did delete it, but my paranoia just got to me. I searched just to see and I saw it. I thought, great, I was right, replaced. I don't know for sure but, "/. My chest is just as heavy and my stomach is in knots. Please, can you at least tell me? At least, that way, I can get over you, even if it hurts, 'cause this hurts more than enough.
Today went by like normal. I was "cheery"and "happy" or so it seemed. Thanks for listening guys. The tears didn't come but I think its okay. I cried to much last night/this morning. I didn't get any sleep again. I have night school later today. Baking cookies later.
I miss having someone to call "babe". I miss having someone to hold. I miss having someone to hole my hand. I miss having someone to care for me as much as I would care for them.
"/ Oh well, strike 7.
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