January 8th, 2010. Shitty Day.

I told him I needed to know what we were today.
He said we were friends.
He's hanging out with his girlfriend tomorrow.
Why am I not good enough to be that girl?
I don't even know if I'll see him any time soon, I intend to see about it, he owes me ice cream and an apology in person, and I owe him an apology for not stopping him I guess.
Needless to say, it was a shitty day.
And to make it even worse, I cried in public, I hate crying at all, but in the safety of my own area I'm alright, but not in public. I wish him well and that girl better know she's damned lucky.