nine.

it was my fault for assuming you were just going to donate plasma today. but then again i guess it's none of my business where you go or what you do, it's not like we're dating. i guess this weekend was just a drunken weekend to you. i was just someone to fuck. what i hate more than anything right now is the fact that i know that even if i knew someone i liked, i know i wouldnt be able to be around them because of how much i like you. but you don't seem to have that problem. you can go stay at any girls house and feel NOTHING. i'm stupid for liking you and thinking that you'd actually want to be with me. who the fuck wants to be with a girl who got knocked up and left anyways? i'm worthless. i'm just a mistake, like always. why do i have to be so fucking emotional? why do i have to fall so fucking hard for someone who doesnt give two shits about me back? will this ever end?