Midnight
The Nightshade Princess
Happy fucking new year. This..
Happy fucking new year.
This evening has been a disappointment. Andrew and I
were attempting to get together for at least a part of it.
The chances were dim, but existant. The last thing I heard
from him was that he'd call me when he got home. This
information was given me, via a cellular phone, at 6:30
pm. At 8:30, I called his house, to hear that he was
sleeping at a friend's house this eve. At 9:30, I turned
on the computer. He left me hanging AGAIN, without so much
as a conclusive phone call. The boys obviously dragged him
away again, which I don't mind when I'm not just tossed
aside. I wouldn't be pissed off if I'd actually heard from
him AT ALL this evening. I mean, I love him to death, but
this ONE THING just something we can't seem to reconcile.
Online, I basically fucked around. There wasn't much
going on, and most of my friends were conspicuously absent
from the digital playground. Fifteen minutes before
the "dropping of the ball," I got offline to wait. I woke
my mom and we watched the fucker fall. A more
anticlimactic scene does not spring immediately to my
mind. This is the third "New Year" I've spent this way, I
on the computer and one parent or the other dead asleep,
and my friends and/or boyfriend enjoying themselves
elsewhere. The "new year" before those, my 15th, my father
got me drunk and stripped me. Happy fucking new year
indeed. LesTaT, I love you... a great deal.. but WHAT THE
HELL?????
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