Gay gay gay... It's all fucking gay.
Saw Nick for the first time in 12 days today. Didn't make me feel better. I'm sick of being the one to initiate anything whatsoever with him. He has a house warming party tomorrow.
Simon had already invited me so when Nick asked me if I was going I was like, "yeah, Simon invited me." And Richard said, "I think that that's your queue to invite her." And Nick was just like yeah, nah.
Cunt.
I left early because all of Nick's little whores bitched about me to him because apperently I looked pissed off.
My boyfriend feels nothing for me, acts like a complete loser and doesn't want to see me. Gee, I wonder why I was pissed.
He left early while I was sitting, waiting for my bus.
I know for a fact he's got all this weekend off. Today, tomorrow and Sunday.
I've invited Laura and Richard over for games and roast dinner on Sunday so I invited Nick but apperently he's busy. Has other plans.
Cheers, cunt.
He's a fucking loser and I wish he'd just hurry the fuck up and dump me.
His best friend is nicer to me and makes me feel happier (in a pretty much entirely platonic way) for crying out loud.
Came home and hit a shitload of stuff because, well, I felt like it. Now have bruises and a couple of lumps on my hands and they're extremly warm and it feels fucking good.
Can't even fuck Nick now, you know, because he has so many flatmates.
Yay.