I am dead serious.
I am so sick, SO SICK of listening to him whine. AND TO TEXT MESSAGE MAC AND SAY 'stay away, we're having problems. Leave us alone' is beyond the Valley of Low and Demented. And the fact that I was going to be SLEEPING BESIDE MAC that night WAS NOT BEYOND HIM.
At 9 o'clock in the fucking morning he texted him. 9!!! No one SANE text messages anyone at 9 in the morning.
Mac read that message, said nothing, and passed it to me. Alyssa read it, too, and she does NOT have anything nice to say.
There was never an us, Anthony, there will never be an us, and there will never be a time when I say 'I love you' to him. EVER. Ever, ever ever, in one million years.
Yeah, it's great to have someone CARE about you, but to care about you SO much that they call you THIRTEEN TIMES IN ONE HOUR?!?! For fuckssake, I have a life. I was out with Eleanor. Doing something that someone on here wouldn't approve of.
I've told him to leave me alone. I've told him I am sick and tired of him being an idiot and running around, asking people where I am and what I think of him, and I'm dead sick of all this boy crap.
Someone can burn the teddy bear he bought me the day of Kalen's suicide.