I hate fights. You yell and scream things you usually wouldn't say(except some people) and then have this large lump of guilt hanging in your stomach until you resolve the fight, sometimes you never do. Like this one girl when I was in like...third grade. We used to be best friends, then we fought over me getting sand in her eyes. We never spoke after that. I don't know why that suddenly came to mind. Sometimes the fight can be really petty, like that. Other times it is over something to huge that you don't want to forgive that person. Like George. Got what he wanted and dumped me. I usually wouldn't care about getting dumped. But I finally gave into him(thought I loved him) and next thing I know, I'm dumped. Yeah, anyone would have a hard time getting over that. Yes, I am still ticked about it. Who fucking cares? Wouldn't anyone else be? "Its not like you were raped. You did it on your own accord." Yup, he said that to me. My boyfriend. I suppose you would be bitchy as well if your dad just died. And I really feel for him. I know what it's like to loose a parent. I didn't expect him to start dancing on tabletops or anything. But getting stone cold drunk, and then bitching at me just pisses me off. Am I alone in that thought? I suppose that I had set the premis. I did invite him over, and everyone was out...but come on! All I wanted to do was hang out with this guy that I really really like. So, he comes over and I notice that he is absolutely DRUNK. But he is trying hard not to act it. Next thing I know, we are all making out, and I really didn't want to. Im not a prude, but seriously, I just didn't want it. And then he got pissed. I just told him that I wasn't exactly in the best mental state, and that I didn't know whether he was gunna pull a George. Well, eeeexxxxxcccccuuuuuussssseeee mmmmmmmmmmeeeee. So, then let the screaming begin. He left in a foul mood, and Im in one. I sometimes hate men.