baby i'm done, but i've got to go home.

I feel sick to my stomach, but it has nothing to do with being
hungover, because I'm not. It has a more depressive feeling,
being alone, reading words meant for another, and yet here I
am reading them over. Or not, for once I said no to wanting to
be there, seeing it from that perspective. Feeling
sick to my stomach, but too late.
Oops.
Chances are I'm not being missed right now, but chances are,
she still is. Even though she
doesn't care, it' been a over a year, and it's
still not over. I'd like to thank someone
for warning me before hand, that she wont ever stop loving that certain
someone, even though at the time,
it most definitely wasn't something that I wanted to hear.
It's recently come to my attention that I must obviously attract
people who treat me like crap. My first love, who treated me
horrible, but only me, no one else. Not her first love, ha -
of course not. I've never been the one that everyone wants
to be friends with, but I am close to those who are. Then again,
they never noticed trating me like shit either.
Fuck, my own father doesn't want me, or treat me well, but there's really no need to
vent about that now, it would be a waste of time, because no one will want to read it.