10/13/2002

Well, it’s over. And I’m running away with my tail between my legs. Well, not really I guess. Things just changed. I don’t really know when they changed. I mean, he puts on a good show; hides his emotions well. He told me last Saturday that his feelings for me have changed. And this time I know he meant it. So I called my parents and I am going back home. Who knows if I’ll have a job, but at least I won’t have to deal with the head games anymore. Most of all that is what I am sick of. One day he’s fine, the next day I’m a piece of shit…. so on and so on. The sick thing is he can’t even respect me enough as a human being to do the one thing I asked him to do for me. Everytime I see him I want to puke. It’s sad to say he really makes me ill. I never thought I’d feel that way. I hope, for his sake and that of everyone else around him, that he gets his head together, gets his life together, and does something with it. At 29 it’s time to stop sucking on momma’s titties and grow up. I hope he never screws up anyone else’s life like he did to me. And Pete, if you read this, it’s the honest truth. This is truly the way I feel.