Monday, February 20, 2006

The "We no longer talk" confession

Hey folks. It's nearly 1am. I just need to get this out. Me and Seth, we haven't spoken to each other in like over a week. See, I was gonna apologize to him for acting like a loser. The day before, he was really mean to me, and I was pissed. Then, he tossed an envelope on my desk and I flipped out. I was SO mad at him, I was thinking about punching him in the face. I thought about it, (Tara and Lindsey took me outside to calm down.) I decided to tell him I was sorry. I wrote out some notes so I would get everything out. I asked to speak to him, and he was like, its not like we're a couple, saywhat you have to say around everyone. The BASTARD!! So I couldn't read my notes in full. He was like, "Fine, I won't say anything to you" I never said I didn't wannatalk to him, but if that's that he wants, fine I guess. Then, he came back and was like, I treat you like I treat everyone else. WHATEVER! I know he treats me differently, because the way we were before and the way we are now is TOTALLY different. Before, we could joke and laugh and I'd say mean things, he'd say mean things back. Before we stopped talking, I'd say something mean, and he'd say "oooh, know what, I am gonna keep quiet," it's like WTF? So we haven't talked. He comes by my desk everyday, since its next to the water cooler, and he stands next to me telling Dana about how his gym life is going, and whatnot. He went out with some chick V-day, its like, go someplace else man, ya know? I got persian Violets. From someone who I love, heehee. Ok, I bought them for myself. I had to, everyone else had a love, and its like they say, love the one you're with. I was doing that.
Ok, so Seth's 25th b-day is this week. Had we been talking, I was gonna get him a gift card, but when I asked where he gets his shirts, the SOB was like, none of your business. See, that is why I am SO mean, because of assholes like him. I'm glad I'm not talking to him, but he keeps comingaround. someone told me that its because he likes me and WANTS to make me jealous (He even said I get that way). While I catch him staring at me, I know he doesn't like me. Tara perhaps, but not me. I'm sick of betrayal. I mean, I feel like she is totally betraying our friendship. I understand she is friends with both Seth and me, but she doesn;t have to flirt with him. Or interrupt our conversation because HE starts talking to her. The rude Bastard! I wanna say something to him SO badly, but I know if I say something first, doesn't matter what it is, he will feel as if he won. I can't let him win over on me this time.
Well, I needed to get this off my chest. It's late and I am tired. Until I confess some more...

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Sorry so late confession

Hi all. I know I am SO late, but I have been SO busy. I have a second job, doing taxes again. It totally sucks, but I need money I guess, and I am a full time student, on top of my full time job. I have no time really to myself, but I figure I would update you all on my so called life.
Seth and Tara were being mean, or so I thought, but it's all good now. Though me and Seth are at odds over everything. The freak said I look scary! He said I overreact too much, which is true, but ever since he found out that I like him, he has been different. Tara said that he thinks I hate him, but I am totally infatuated with him. I thik about him constantly. It's like, why doesn't he like me? if he ignors me (which is like, all the time) I feel like I did something. I know I annoy him, but he says the meanest things to me, and I am sensitive, I can't take a joke from him very well. Tara told me today that I give her comic relief. that isn't right! I am supposed to get comic relief from everyone else at work! apparently, me and Seth together bring it. I don't see how. We argue a lot, I get nervous and ramble when he is around me, then I critique the conversation when he leaves. Tara just laughs. I feel so bad about it, but Seth makes me feel different than I ever felt before. I can't explain it.
Well, I gotta go, I have a class. Until I confess again...