coincidentally enough, even though the guy i met at the fireworks that never called me lives really far away, i saw him again at the fireworks. now see the chances of that are about 0.01% concidering there were about three hundred thousand people there. i went over to talk to him cuz well i did wanna figure out why he never called...but he didnt even remember me. he was too too drunk that night apparently and i was really pissed off. and i told him he shouldnt go around fucking telling girls he really likes them and make them fall for him and walk them to a bus stop and kiss them relli romantically then just not fucking call them and not fucking remember them. so i slapped him...hard. and then, i found another guy (yes, yes, i know its bad to rebound, especially with people i dont know but i was relli sad and crying alot!) and this other guy and i went to the beach after the fireworks were over and made out in the dark on a bench and it was fucking awesome, and i dont think he's gunna call me either but i'm not going to fucking get my hopes up again. fuck. -Starry Eyes