...That motherfucking douchebag.
So, you know how I said last night that I had sent him that message, but he didn't respond because he wasn't on?
Well, while on itunes this afternoon I snuck on myspace to see if he responded. He had.
He said something along the lines of never wanting to see me again. My heart seriously stopped beating, and without being melodramatic at all, I felt like my world was caving in on me.
So, I go to my room, yank everything out of my closet, turn the music up really loud and called Austin. Which I have not done in a long time.
I cried to. I hardly EVER cry. Austin was shocked, so he got on my myspace to read the message. Douchebag had messaged me back (I had responded with "What the fuck is going on with you?"), telling me he was just kidding about not wanting to see me again, but that he thought it was lame I brought up the friend thing in a letter instead of just talking about it.
Fucking ASSHOLE. He made me CRY. I NEVER EVER cry over boys.
I think I might hate him.
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