Things have been rather fucked up.
Mostly because I don't know if boy was ever honest with me, and I'm left wondering if i was a bigger idiot than I first thought...
You see boy left the room to talk on the phone ... and boy picked up his apparently drunken father at 3 O'clock on Wednesday... from Glasgow... where he had spent the previous night...
Boy also lied about one of my close friends... and lots and lots of other stuff...and his excuse was majorly shit for breaking up...
So I'm left with a rather large dilemma, which I would rather liked solved tbh.
So colour me confused. I can't read my favourite book because it reminds me of him, and I can't take solice in the only other serious relationship i've ever had because he's going to Iraq.
Other than that; things are alright.
Schools okay, or at least... my grades are (:
22 days until I turn 16 (:
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