Melodramatic.

Thank God for wireless internet.

I’ve holed myself up in my dad’s room, brought my computer, my cell phone obviously, I’ll probably go up to my room for DVD’s when I need them, but for now, this house is lonely, and the only warm place is this room.

(And I still feel lonely in it, intentionally? I don’t know.)

I was trying to decide whether or not to turn off my cell phone or leave it on.

Because I wanted her to know how hurt I was, and, turning it off would accomplish that.

(I just want to get away from everyone who would ever call my cell because I’m sick of everyone thinking they know me because I talk a lot.)

So anyway, I kept it on, and called Mike (accomplished nothing) talked to her (as I said in my last entry, either he was there or she’s been lying to me, sugar coating, I just don’t get it) and anyway.

I don’t like this entry but it probably doesn’t like me either.

Did she lie to me?

Either way, she had to in some way.

I should stop writing about nothing. It gets me nowhere.

And no one knows me.

Not them.

I’m sorry for this.

I guess they’ll have all the time they want now.