Emo. And possibly quite brief.

So, I’m “in love” with this guy, right? And he has never paid me the slightest bit of attention. Yet I’m always interpreting every-fucking-thing he says into “I love you, Rose. I will always love you, Rose.” And know he’s with this chick, hottest chick in school. All his girlfriends are super pretty. How fun! I’m not unhappy with the way I look, but I’m no way near in their league. And I don’t want to be if he only wants me for my looks. Which he would. He’s incredibly deep and poetic online, and sometimes in real life, but he doesn’t like people to see it. It seems to embarass him. Boys suck. Anyway, this chick he’s with is nice and popular and stuff but it’s so easy to bitch about her because she’s such a maniser. As in womaniser. According to one of her friends, she met up with some guy in the city and they were old friends and they ended up kissing, which isn’t really a bit deal, but she’d just got a boyfriend. Anyway, in Maths she told my friend Eliza that she didn’t really want to go out with him. So do I tell him or do I wait for him to get hurt? He won’t believe me.
In other news, my friend Jot was dumped. I feel so awful because she really loved her boyfriend and they’d been going out for 6 1/2 months. She was so happy when he asked her out because she’d liked him for ages but he’d liked her best friend which much be heart wrenching and they were always so cute and happy and she’s the first one in her family not to marry her first boyfriend/girlfriend. I hadn’t thought of that. Now I’m doubley going to cry.

04/11/2006. diary. 1 comment.