so I got your message, are you having fun? with your fugly girlfriend...?

It felt as if the world just ended. When I hung up the phone and cried my way through the rest of the night. He was gone. And it was my fault... But it was for the best. Because in the end he was a FUHKING DICK!  just the wrong guy for me.

He's selfish! He's rude! He's gross! He pisses me the fuck off! He's the damn trigger to the blasted gun... He lit the match that lit this bomb in me. This bomb of depression and self-hate. He's the reason for this damn blog today.

We broke up obviously 2 days before Valentines Day, and I was a mess! I ended it for some stupid reason, and I hated myself afterwords... I stopped eating, and I've lost almost 10 pounds. I did nothing but beg for him back, and he said no... You wanna know why? Because he has a new bitch! girlfriend... So, he doesn't care what I do as long as it doesn't fuck up his love life... and he's been ignoring me, he said. I've tried being friends but I don't see it happening.

My friends and I all hung out this weekend in Aurora. We all stayed up all night talking and watching a bad zombie movie on Netflix. It was fun(: ... But then I took a depression test. A bad score is 15+... I got a 35.

So needless to say, I have a "therapy" thingy with my counselor on Thursday. My two best friends are going to come with me... I love them.♥

Well... I'll update you later. 

Night♥