so…i have these buttons, right? and one person knows how to push them beyond any and all defenses i might have.
the rockstar got ahold of me today. no wait, backup…friday night i missed a call. it was the rockstar. he left a voicemail. i didn’t get it until saturday morning. he needs me, he’d be honored if i talked to him, he’s having a crisis, blah blah blah. totally fucked my process.
so i went to the gym, i ran like crazy, i tried to get it out of my system.
sunday – pubquiz, having a good time. he fucking calls me. repeatedly. i pull a really evil move and tell him that he don’t know me, he don’t even know what my tattoo is of and hang up. he called back, i hung up again.
but seriously. what the hell?
today he was all going off about how i’m the only one he can trust, i’m the only one that ever really cared about him. and how he doesn’t even remember why we broke up.
rockstar (4:05:11 PM): you used to love me
i don’t need this shit.
it hurts me so very much.
