Cat-Knack.

Derek, you give me a freaking headache, fuck you. All I do is care. Offer to be there. What do I get?

I get to watch you joke around with your friends on facebook while you said maybe you'll get back to me on Monday. Fuck you. If I didn't remember how I felt for you when I bought it, I'd rip up this $2 card and my sketch of Iamme...

Yes, it's a silly card. But it's Derek. Crummy, hang in there, all things that sound like what he'd say. It was perfect. Not relating to love because I know he's repressing stuff, just...friendly...

Won't give me his address, just...

I am...exhausted...

I love him, but I hate who he is right now. I just...I hate it.

And...now my grandma is telling me I should sit outside. This means, sit outside in the next 15 minutes or I'll get naggy. Lovely.

*sighs*...

Went on my first -real- date, nothing makeshift, and was actually asked. Wasn't majorly into the guy (I've dealt with ADHD before, it's...well, even minute ADHD + my mood disorders = frustration and mood swings), but he was nice. He bought me dinner, we went to see a movie (Ted)...

Derek...why do you have to be a fucking jackass...I have enough in fucking tips from work to go see you, but do you listen? Do you even fucking CARE? Nope. Doesn't matter anymore. I don't matter. Delete all traces of me.

I'm in such a rotten mood...it's all his fucking fault for being a douchebag...