2/29/08

I hate getting my hopes up so much. If he hadn’t told me that he was goign to come down tonight I would have just been able to enjoy my weekend just thinking about it in the back of my head. But he had to tell me he would come tonight so when he told me he couldn’t I was crushed.

I hate this shit so much.

Oh well. I’m going to go out now, it’s Denny’s night and I want a brownie.