I just got home from David's. It was fun, we hung out and watched his old band's video from when they played in the Whiskey. It was pretty kool. I'm not feeling too well at the moment, my stomach kinda hurts. Damn stomach anyway, always causing me this fucked up pain. Well I went to Jesse's and the dork propossed to me. I hated it, I had to tell him that I'm with David now (even though he already knew this) and that there was no chance we would ever get back together. Even if David and I do break up, there is no way in hell I would go back to Jesse. I deserve better then to be treated like shit. Hell, if I anted to be treated that way, I would just move back in with my mom and her ass of a husband. Why does he do that? I told him that I wanted to be his friend, but he was making that really hard. I swear, if I had any idea how phyco he is, I would have never gotten into that relationship in the first place. But there's nothing I can do about it now, "live and learn." Well i should go to bed now, gotsta go to work in the morning, that is if you can call it work. Later Mel