On to the phase of hating him.

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AsBsBU3vn6M&list=FLceGmR8wiJ1pFD3-2FukvNw&index=1&feature=plpp_video

Video: Call Me Maybe

Goofballs. Too cute, too cute.

I couldn't leave the dark blue dress so I had to get it! I have a good feeling about this year's prom.

All I wanted to do was cry today. Whenever I listen to a sad song, I wanted to cry. Whenever I thought about the things he said, I wanted to cry. Whenever people asked me about prom, I wanted to cry. Whenever I thought about us never being back to normal, I wanted to cry. I did a good job of holding it in. People just thought I was tired. I don't understand why he would never be ready. The talk on the phone last night really hit me hard. He was actually serious, giving up. How could I get over him when I held on for so long already. I can't believe he just wants me to give up that easily. This frustrates me as much as it saddens me. I don't even know how to deal with him. I thought I could take it, but I can't. I don't want to see him sad at work either. But at the same time, I do. At least then I know that he feels something rather than nothing. I can't get myself to accept it.
It hurts me that he might not ever be ready. And that it would be best if I gave up. And how he could even think of someone else who could be a "better option" for me. That breaks my fragile little heart.