11th
Wednesdays are the longest.
I haven’t written in a while, not because i’ve been busy, but more or less because it’s been boring.
Just a normal work week.
You know what sucks about that? I already know everything thats going to happen. How boring.
This weekend, i’ve got to do something out of the blue.
Oh, this is kind of exciting, i told Charlie if he forgets Valentines day, i’m breaking up with him. I know, it sounds kind of jevunile……..but its not, so back off.
Seriously though, we have not celebrated one thing since we’ve been dating (almost two years.) And for a while i wasn’t aware that that was how it was going to be, so i was writing lovely poems and notes for anniversaries, and making romantic dinners on random days, I even painted a picture of us and cut it into a puzzle. Now i’m just bitter and angry. I’m still painfully romantic, i just don’t feel the need to express it to him anymore. He doesn;t deserve it.
Oh, by the way, he forgot my 21st birthday.
I’m going to repeat it.
HE FORGOT MY 21st BIRTHDAY!
And i thought by then, since we talked about romance and how i feel every time he forgets or does nothing about a day that could be special and made for just he an I, he would have remembered, or don’e something. NOTHING. NOTHING NOTHING.
(i’m obviously over it though)
Oh, and when i said break up with him if he forgets valentines day, i meant remove his balls and cut them in the shape of a heart, and place them in his mouth.
Extreme, no, i like to call it passionate, i mean hey, i am a romantic.
Love ya.
