I came to the conclusion.

Ya know what? Fuck it. Everyone's a douche-bag.

If I Cry Will I Feel Better?

So thsi guy I used to like was chatting with me today on facebook. And I was super excited. I didn't know why, perhaps it was because he and I were friends now or school is starting soon and that means classes. And we were talking about that and here's how the conversation went from there.
Guy, "when do you have lunch"
Me, "fifth"
And for some reason I couldn't understand I REALLY wanted his answer to be fifth as well.
Guy, "sixth"
i was silent for a while. I was also undeniably sad for another unknown reason.
Me, "aww"
Then I realized I might not be over him yet and that sucks, a lot. Because I told myself I was over him. I was all sad because I didn't have any classes with him and I really want a boyfriend this year, and then.
Guy, "hey do you if anna is still in band becu=ause she was not there this week."
...ouch
So what could i do but put up a stupid front about how i didn't care that he really wanted to know about Anna and not me.
Because let's face it, I'm fat and ugly and stupid and not fucking perfect Anna.
But any way i told him she was on vacation he was all "awesome"
And then I cried on the inside.
And then I ate cookie dough.
And then I told my friend.
PC: i'm sorry things have to suck
YOU: yeah
YOU: me too

KTHNXBAI