twenty.

Dear Dickmouth,

Like I said when I first met you I knew you'd be apart of my life somehow. Sadly it's been nothing but trouble. You told me that you wanted me to trust you and I wanted to believe that I could, but as time progressed it became undoubtedly clear that I couldn't do that. I find myself wondering if you think the games you play are okay. They certainly aren't okay with me. And a large part of me is glad we didn't date because you simply can't be trusted. And you obviously didn't want to date me anyway, let's be honest. Because if you can go and date some other girl immediately after breaking up with your girlfriend without even considering me- there's obviously something up there. Especially since you're leaving for school at the end of June and you just want to "relax" in college. You didn't even have the decency to wish me a happy birthday. It seems to be hard for you to even be a good friend. I really hope that when you go to college, you'll grow up and learn how to treat people.




^ Just something I wanted to say.
I just had my 20th birthday on the 19th and I don't feel any different. I never do. My birthday wasn't anything special and I ended up getting upset and crying at one point in the night. I have my first final tomorrow for my film class and I'm sure I'll do fine. I hope so anyway.