This day is overcast and looks like it is going to be a wet day, but sometimes when it is like this you get the really bad storms. Last night was spent running up and down steps to place bets and get food for people that went with me last night. I was glad to have them there and didn't mind doing it. (Yet last night was going to be my let your hair down night, but I was glad that grandma and her husband got out of the house.) I was thinking about going again tonight but no - I won't because they are already paying my bills though - I would do just the .10 trafects and eat Chinese. I noticed that they had that there. That sounds like good fun. But I can't. I am not allowed because they are helping me out on bills and it would just not be right to do so. Well this is all I am going to write today I think.
You know I remember something my ex said that his daughter was worried when she got in to trouble at school and she wrote him a note and was crying because she was worried about what dad would say. That statement reminds me of what happen Monday - a loved one me (at least I thought until he set that straight.) so worry about losing him. I wonder what would have happen if mom wasn't around. Would he had yelled at her or something. He isn't like what he was on Monday, but I did feel like his daughter though. Worry about what he would say! What he would do! Now I know... He said you don't know the real me and once you do you will hate me like everyone else. I don't hate you and think you need help. You didn't push me away - you just put up your shields and went in to Red Alert mode. Protect myself and don't let other walk on me. When again that isn't what I was doing! You figure strike first ask questions later and if later never comes it just proves my statement. You said also that your an Asshole. Humm. I don't think you are! I think your misunderstood but it is a little hard to believe that now after Monday. I don't know nor do i care anymore. Like you said - I have never cared about you. Dido! (now)
Saturday, May 26, 2007
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