I feel so much better.

Everyone is currently wondering what's up with my status, sooo, I'll explain it (:

I was having a chat with my good friend last night, who is also good friends with someone that I used to be exceptionally crazy about. For those of you who follow my blog regularly, it's the guy named Tim that I used to work with at Goodwill. And my good friend, is Skye who is also even more good friends with him. Anyhow, we were having a fairly normal, relatively calm chat yesterday afternoooon, and then I said how frustrated I was with myself that I still wear the perfume that Tim gave me for Christmas this past year. She went on about how it's not a bad thing, and that SHE actually picked it, and not him. So strike one Tim, you lied about that one. We then brought up the one thing that split the two of us apart in the first place, his ex gf, who I'm not even going to bother to put a name to because it's unneccesary. We started talking about her, and everything that's happened between the time that Tim let me go and today (well, yesterday, actually).

Then, she mentions the fact on WHY we never actually dated. The equation was basically simple~ I liked him. He liked me. Bam, done. Ehhh, not really. She said that his parents- yes, his parents- were telling him that I was too young for him. His family, who had never a day in their lives met me, was judging me. Well this ones for them- I may be sixteen years old, but I work two jobs. I have a brother who I've helped raise because he's disabled. I partly run a family business, and I'm on the honor roll. I've never touched alcohol or a cigarette, I have big dreams that I know I'll fulfill. I've never walked in past curfew and never been grounded more than a day. BUt these people, who have never ever met me, were judging me.

And he listened to them! So he went galloping right back to his ex who is only two years older than I am, and left me completely without any other say. Strike two, Tim, letting others tell you what to do. You never striked me as that type.

Here's the icing on the cake. He went to Skye's house one day last week, per normal. He asked how I was. She tells him I'm great. He asks if I have a boyfriend. She says no. He asks if any guys like me, or are interested in me. She says yes. He wants to know who. She tells him. He flips out. She continued to tell him how happy I am, with just the mere thought of someone else.

Strike three, Tim, acting concerned because I'm happy, and acting like you actually give a damn about me anymore.

So. Screw you. Screw all of it. Screw them for trying to tell you what to do. Screw you for letting them. You disgust me, in every single way. And if I ever see you again, I will probably rip your eyes out of your face. I gave you everything, I tried so damn hard, And you gave me nothing. So screw you, hope you have a nice life.

Oh, and PS, if you try to crawl back when I'm a little older, it's not gonna happen. You've caused way too much.

I know it's hard to hate anyone, but.........