Horrible, horrible day...

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onebrwn

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I woke up and got in the shower. The water was cold.

I walked to school. SURPRISE! Two tests and an essay, in the same fucking class. I have to stay in during the 15 minute break between classes to finish, so I miss the girl I want to talk to. My essay is horrible, useless minutia that will bury even further my poor grade in the hardest class I've ever taken, the only time I've ever felt over my head in an academic endeavor. By the end of the essay my hand is shaking.

Next class... I'm starting to feel like I'm having a panic attack. I can't sit still or think and I'm freaking out.

Next class... I'm behind because of trying to keep up in my first class (the one with the essay), and trying to make sense of math that looks like greek to me.

Lunch time. I get a phone call from one of my best female friends, saying "meet me at my car and we'll go out to lunch". So I walk to where she usually parks (which is a LONG fucking walk), and she isn't there. I call her... and she fucking left with two other people, without me. She says "I'm really sorry" and hangs up, I try to call her back and she doesn't answer her phone. I walk back on campus... :rolleyes:

I see the girl I want to talk to. This girl, well, I'm just starting to like her, finally getting over the last girl (who will be revisited later). So, I found out last night that I will have the house ALONE (all to myself, romantic and everything) until saturday afternoon. Well, this girl, we always tell everybody we're engaged. So I say "Want to come over to celebrate our engagement?" She knows I have the house alone and she hears the word celebrate... so she thinks I want to have a party. Before I can correct her she yells "PARTY AT TAYLOR'S HOUSE!" She has to run off (she's on the student governing body and she's collecting money for the hurricane releif fund) because she's getting yelled at... and I have no time to clarify that I want it to be a romantic evening.

So, the next class, and the girl I like is in it. I call her over "to discuss our pre-nuptial" and she's walking over... when the teacher yells out her name and makes her sit next to him. The class is Journalism, and she's an editor so she has to sit in the editor's section for a moment. The teacher then proceeds to rip apart several articles in front of the entire class, including mine. I still can't talk to the girl so I make faces from across the room at her the entire time. The class is over, and the teacher still needs to talk to all the editors. I wait outside until I absolutely have to go, and I'm still late for my next class, and I still don't get to talk to the girl.

So... I'm late to my next class... which is uneventful but takes for-freaking-ever to pass. The girl doesn't have a last period so she's already left school. I can't do anything with my friends because they're all busy. I can't talk about my day with my best friend, the only person I want to talk to, because he's out of town for 4 days. I am isolated and at what I think is rock-bottom... and THEN...

The ex-love of my life, the girl I am trying very hard to get over but having a hard time doing, the girl that I had a very violent breakup with 4 weeks ago, sends me a text message.

The very last person I want to hear from... and the message? It's a picture... of an enormous, god-awful tattoo inbetween her shoulder blades. Great. I'm not even over you and already you're a whole different person...

So... I do the natural thing, and punch three holes in my closet door. Three holes, two closet doors with their trackings broken, one bloody fist, one heart half-broken 10 times over. What a horrible day.

Edit:// Oh, and I forgot to mention... I am alone in my house, and will probably not have anybody to talk to about anything for a couple days or so... GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
 
normally i'd sympathise a lot more than this but.. katrina.. the whole situation has made me put my life into perspective yet again and i think i could have 30 shitty days in a row and still feel that everyone down there would laugh at me for moaning..

all the same.. hope it gets better for you..
 
Icarus, I'm sorry for ya. What a shitty time. I can only hope it gets better. My suggestion with the new girl you are starting to like is to fucking tell her in plain English how you feel. Even if she says "Not interested" you can then know for sure what's up, and move on to the next. I used to punch things, got the scars from it. I suggest a punching bag and gloves, it works so much better, seriously. Good luck man.
 
I felt for you until the shit about your ex.


Yes, you're not over her, but try not to give a fuck man. She evidently isn't for you from your reactinon of the tatoo, just try and forget about her.


Harder than I make it out to be, but that's all you have to do.
 
The girl likes me. Well, we don't know each other all too well, but I've known her for like 4 weeks and we always talk about how we're going to get married and stuff... and we're pretty physical if you know what I mean ;)
 
Well shit man good for you. Next time tell her you have a "special dinner for two" planned or something, don't be so vague. Silly boy. ;)
 
So... my ex called me around 9:45 and we talked for about half an hour very awkwardly. I lied and said my dog threw up and that I had to go so the conversation would end :confused:
 
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