Remembering

You're really trying to get back at me, aren't you? Yesterday my boyfriend broke up with me because "we're just not meant to be." What the hell. I know that. Most people who date aren't meant to be. I guess he'd know that cause he's dated like, 75417 girls. And I figure, he broke up with me to be with some skank who puts herself out more, somebody who's his age. Or maybe she's older, maybe a sophomore, or maybe even a junior or a senior.

Fuck it, it wouldn't surprise me if he's going out with somebody who's already graduated. And maybe she can get him more weed. If that's it, I'm going to lose it, because it seems like that's what everyone's obsessed with lately. And although I smoke, it's only occasional. When I need it. In fact, it's been about two weeks since I did it last.

Maybe being single is the way to go... I can have friends... with benefits. Like Lindsay, who complains that she didn't want to be in a relationship with me anymore, but really wants to kiss a girl, instead of Korey (I know how that feels). But I still wouldn't mind making out with Korey either.