Lately my life has seemed quite...insane.
God, where to start?
Ahh, I guess I'll start with Boyfriend. Or should I say ex-Boyfriend.
Yeah thats right, Nick & I are no more.
I guess I saw it coming. I started getting weird vibes from him a while ago (before his birthday) & they just kept getting worse. I knew what was happening, but ever the optimist (or idiot, whatever you prefer) I kept hoping I was wrong.
The funny thing is, we're totally O-V-E-R but he never actually broke up with me.
I had my phone silenced all day friday since I had to work, & after work I had to go drive with Mr. Kohler. When I was waiting for my mom to pick me up I decided to check my messages, & hark! I message from the elusive Boyfriend! Basically he was like ''I know this isn't the best way to do this but...you know, just call me back when you get a chance."
At first I was totally in shock, I deleted the message & continued listening to others left with more welcome words, but by the time I got to the last message of the morning I was sobbing. My mom arived just then, so I ran to the car with tears & rain pouring down my face (yes, it was raining, nice touch eh?) & told her what happend.
But don't think your brave heroin broke down & spent the whole day in bed eating Ben & Jerry's. I'm a warrior not a damsel in distress! So after about two minutes of sniveling, I put on a happy-face & assured my mother I'd be just fine.
Once I got home I had to head straight out again. Mad, Kevs, & I were throwing our friend Evan a suprise party & it was my job to distract him for a while. He & I walked around the neighborhood for a while, & I put Nick out of my mind entirely. But ofcourse, even the strongest of wills can't hold up for ever (not that I'm that strong of will...). Around 8pm I told Evan I needed to go home because I was feeling sick (true, actually, stress makes me feel like puking).
After that I spent the next hour or so laying on my bed sobbing untill I couldn't cry any more. I have to admit, expected or not, knowing that my relationship with Nick was over hurt, a lot.
But soon the tears abated, & my sadness turned to anger. I felt used, I felt like he didn't even think of me as a person, I felt like all he cared about was my smokin' hott bod (yes, I am modest).
I felt a lot better after talking to Mad, so I decided to call Nick back. I felt really calm as I punched in his number (for the last time) but once it started ringing I worried about what he might say. I worried in vain though, after ringing for what seemed to be a life time I got his voice mail. So I put on my perkiest, most butterflies-&-bubble-gum voice & basically told him I saw it coming & not to call me ever again.
Mwahaha.
There are other things going on, but one of them I can't talk about, & one of them I don't want to talk about (yes, there's a differance). And, ahh...blah.
I'm going to bed now.
Love & text books,
Ariel
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