Remember to Breathe
18 and now my diary can vote and buy cigarettes
I'm going to make this entry short, because I have a
volleyball game to play at Smith. Last night I completely
spilled my guts out to Brett, told him everything I had
wanted to tell him for over a month. All he had to say
was "mm-hmmm.." but later I found out that it was because
he was feeling like shit from drinking too much. He
didn't even remember what the hell I said an hour later!!!
I feel like the biggest dumbass. I brought the situation
up twice and now what do I do? Failure is a bitch.
"I've been falling like the rain, but you've got your
umbrella in my way."
-Dog's Eye View-