I dont know what is wrong now. Is my reaction wrong? Am i blowing things out of proportion? What do i really want?
Its amazing how one moment its all lovey dovey and the next is like the world’s crashing down on me.
In my mind right now i’m lighting up stick after stick, which is impossible because its so bloody cold outside at the staircase lobby and i cant blog this as my laptop’s battery is a piece of crap.
I dont know what your definition of lying is, but to me, keeping something from me is not telling me something, while lying is telling me something else to cover up what you are really doing.
And i’m really hurt hurt that you dont think its wrong. Me flipping out is wrong.
I understand you wanna be there for a friend, but it would have been nice to let me know first right? even if you know i’ll make noise? at least you could have TRIED to be honest. If there is nothing to hide?
Maybe we are just living in two different worlds afterall.
