This always happens.

I’m happy and then I’m not.

I don’t think I’m a bad person. I don’t think I’m hard to be around. I happen to think I’m pretty fucking easy to be around. Maybe I’m wrong. I hate that I have to feel this way. He wants to take a break. I DON’T do that. I’m not that girl who just sits and paiently waits for people to decide whether or not they want me in thier lives. I’m just not. I hear break and I tell them that they have about 12 seconds to decide if I’m staying or going. But now I want to. I want to do anything possible to make this work. We’ve been… weird for a monthish. I want things to go back to how they were. I know they probably wont. But damn it, I want them to.

I just don’t know what to do anymore. I’m so much more upset than I want to be.

I cried to my daddy and drank a half a bottle of 99 Blackberries. Then he bought me nachos. I love my daddy.