It's My Life

And I'm going to write about it.
My way.
If you don't like it, you can piss off. I'm not making you read this, I'm not forcefully gripping your wrist and making you click the link.
It's funny to think about though. Ha.
I'm really smart.
So I think far too much.
Anyway, I got one of these because people on my Myspace are seeming to have a problem with what I'm writing. If it makes them feel guilty they don't like it. Now, it's not my intention to make people feel guilty when I write my blogs.
If you really know me, you know that.
But I'm not going to make things private just because it's going to make you feel bad.
Like you T.C.-------------I don't like to use names in my blogs, though I do make exceptions------------
Anyway. TC, I can't believe you.
Freaked out about a blog when i was just venting. I even put that at the top of the blog. Venting. You knew I had feelings before, how can you think it just happened because we did something? I'm no psycho chick, I wasn't freaking out. But come on, you call me a good friend and yes I know the situation, but I also know what it was suppose to be. Not just a one time thing. Look. It's just that. As a friend I am mad. I know shit about you that you wouldn't even know that I knew. STDS? What the fuck, you never even told me. I'm not your girlfriend but that doesn't count worth shit where that's concerned. But guess what? I stuck by your side the entire time, playing dumb, up until the last conversation where, by that time, I figured out you were "clean" as it were. I can be pretty good at playing dumb. I'm so angry though. . .There's so much i know. Things you've said about me to my best friend. And it makes me so angry. But. I love you. I know I do, but I know I need to let go for awhile. I've been pretty good at doing it too. Haven't spoke to you in over 2 weeks. I'm not going to try right now. I'm not gonna break my heart anymore chasing after you, you've already broken it for me. That doesn't mean that I drop my offer though. Whenever ever you want me, here I stand. I know what's good for me, and you are.
You know what's funny?
I have commitment issues! Any time those three small words have flown my way, I've ran. I was born to run. I like a guy until he likes me back, like a lot. Doesn't happen with everyone, there's those few rare ones where things really just didn't work out.
Which brings up another subject.
The term bitchy?
Yeah.
I've found it's most accurate when used on guys.
I'm getting fucking irritated with them lately, by the way.
Three guys i the past three days have pulled the "You aren't talking to me every second and I feel like you're ignoring me, so I'm gonna threaten you by saying I'm gonna leave then" sort of deal. Tired of it.
You know who pulls that with me the most?
Kevin.
Don't even care about using your name.
You've pulled that on me so many times, and then expect me to apologize when I get mad.
It's really manipulative to use that against someone. Completely inappropriate to use on a whim with friends. Fucked up.
I've tried so many times saying I like you but that we shouldn't date. I agree that people should be honest, but there's a point where it's mean. I don't wanna say "hey I like you, but I'm turned off by you, I have no sexual attraction to you whatsoever". See, that just seems cruel. It used to be there but like a lot of guys do to me, they wait and wait and wait.
Take a chance. If I say no, at least it's in my mind that you like me and I'm gonna think about it. But.
Don't pussy foot around it and then explode it on me and then expect me to just automatically know what to do. Oh, and when you offer me time to think, give me more than an hour.
I'm smart, but seriously, an hour's not enough.
Did you know I'm afraid to sleep? I'm afraid I won't wake up. SO I stay up until I pass out.
Hard way to do things for a college student.
We eat, we sleep.
It's how we roll.
Right on.
You know what makes me angry. Is Jason.
I could never right on myspace because I don't want him to know that he still affects me so greatly. I about have a panic attack every time a guy raises his hand. You broke my heart and left me with bruises, after 4 months of loving you and 2 months of tolerating abuse, I let you go. Didn't even break your heart did I?
You broke me though, as a woman and as a person.
You were the first guy I tried to touch and who I let touch me once, but forced himself upon me many times. Thanks for letting me keep my virginity though, I guess.
I wasn't ready though, and I remember asking you to stop and you saying no. Perhaps 3 months of abuse is more accurate.
I remember when i tried to touch you and you couldn't preform and looked at me and said "It's your fault, you bitch." Then you kissed me and said you loved me. I called you later and you said you didn't mean it, but not the bitch part, oh no, the "I love you" part was your mistake.
You mentally messed me up. The I love you and then the I might love you to the I don't love you cycle was very stressing and hurtful. I loved you very much. I remember the first time I was sure that you were abusing me. It's easy to ignore the little "love taps" out of frustration, but that slap to the face. . .You never forget that.
I remember the time too, when we were at the school and my mom and brother walked around the school but would be back in about 10 minutes, enough time for you though, huh? You wanted to make out in the grass, I said no but you kept trying to lay us both down on our backs. Finally after a few attempts you stopped and then out of no where tried again and when I refused you slammed me backwards, bracing yourself, but letting me hit my back and head. That hurt. I started to scream, not in far that time, though it should've been but in pain. It hurt so bad. You told me to shut up if I really loved you, I would shut up. For a long time I was sorry that i wasn't ready for sex or anything of the kind, but I was 16. And you are a jerk.
I'm broken and I'm sure you're still breaking.
I think this is enough for tonight.