Wow, getting cheated on feels great. I'm so upset with myself. I may have had my concerns and seen a lot coming. But I at least expected Flynn to break up with me before he made out with some other girl in fucking VERMONT. And posted the pictures on MySpace. Do you know how much that sucks to find out that way? He invited me to go to a show he was playing July 3. I found out Powerspace was playing the same night, I've been following them pretty intensely ever since I saw them in April with Scary Kids Scaring Kids. Bought thier CD, you know, become a pretty big fan. I was going to miss that to see him? what the fuck was I thinking? well I logged onto the Berkley website this morning to look it up, clicked on the MySpace for one of his friend's bands who he talked about a lot, and saw his myspace in thier top friends. It occured to me that I had never seen Flynn's MySpace. So I clicked on it, and NEW PHOTOS: SUMMER 08. The cover is him kissing some other girl. And he has multiple pictures of him kissing the same girl. Well all I have to say is that I'm happy I didn't let him go any farther no matter how much he pushed. And now I'm single again. Well sort of. I have to talk to him. End it. But I will be single again. He fucking made me PROMISE I would be here waiting for him when he got back. HE asked me to be his girlfriend. I waited, mother fucker. You have to act like a boyfriend too. It's just so fucking humiliating to be cheated on. I know we only went out twice, but he asked me to be his girlfriend, so he was in fact, expected to be a boyfriend, and not expected to date someone in a fucking 8 hour away state. We DID only go out twice, so I'm not totally emotionally invested, thankfully. But I did expect a little integrity from him. Apparently that was expecting too much. Please give me a call soon if you read this. I'm hurting right now. I'm emberrased. I'm humiliated. I need a hug. Very badly. So please just give me a phone call, tell me he was wrong, and that I'm worth something. Becuase I need that right now.