I don't consider myself an angry person, yet here I am. I don't want to go to bed angry.. or I can't go to bed angry. Either way, here I am. awake. because Cory-effing-Solon infuriates me.

What's he doing? Nothing. He's probably sleeping. Everyone else is sleeping! But the moment my mind let's him creep into my thoughts, I get pissed off. WTF is this?! Why do I let him piss me off?

Why? Because he's the only person other than myself that has the ability to make me feel worthless.

I need a better hiding spot for memories of him. It's nearly impossible to embrace that shit when he still treats me like shit.

Shit.

Laugh. Alright, I made myself feel better. I guess I only needed to rant. I wonder how he processes his emotions towards me. He sure as hell can't tell his girlfriend/friends, or she might make another fake facebook.

So fucked up.

I didn't want to reminisce about past sexcapades with him... and he's the one asking me what the fuck is wrong. Ugh.

I fucked him up. And he certainly hasn't forgiven me. Fine. Fine! I have forgiven myself. That's what's important. He'll grow up. eventually.

Until then, expect more rants.