I hate how people THINK they know me. I hate hate hate when people assume things. They don't know anything. And if they did...they would have to be here face to face with me. I can't tell people everything about me over AIM. It just doesn't work. If you mattered enough for me to tell you my problems, and you cared enough, you would be right next to me. And I'm sick of guys saying stuff that isn't true. No. I'm sick of EVERYBODY lying to me. Just STOP. You really don't give a shit about me so just don't talk to me at all. And I hate how hard it is to ask my mom if i can get therapy. And I hate how she keeps calling me a bitch. And right now I am really really hating how I know what he says about me isn't true. I'm not the reason he's happy. I'm not the reason he stayed online for like an hour longer when he said he'd go. I'm not the only one who gets all the x's and o's. I hate how it's always going to be that way. Someone will be so great to me, the only person that matters, and to them, I'm just "one of their friends". Nothing more. Not their BEST friend. Oh boy was i pissed when she always used to do that to me. "You're one of my best friends!" No, you are my ONLY best friend. But now I don't care. Because she isn't. I know he's not serious about any of it. Because...he does this with a lot of girls. And if I'm wrong, if it is true that I make him that happy and stuff...then I wouldn't feel so bad right now. Oh my gosh. Here she goes again. Rambling on and on and on and on about all this shit i don't care about. It's always about her. Everything. And most of the time I just feel like slapping her. HArd. And this is why I depend on Marissa. BEcause Marissa is the sweetest, most awesome person ever. And she's always there when I need her. And she doesn't just talk about herself. She's so fucking great. I hate that chick on myspace. She bugs the shit outta me. I don't even know her. I bet we'd get along really really well. I knew i was right. I'm always right. People can lie to me, but i always know what'll happen. And I think I'm dreading this whole Valentine's Day thing. I always do. What's the matter with me??