Little Misunderstood

So, yesterday my feelings were terribly hurt. You told me you were going to call your mom and see if you could come over, but instead you go out with your friends. Then I try to talk to you and you are completely rude to me. I haven't talked to you since you left for wherever you were going and then you're like i'm not going to talk to you if it's going to be junk. So, yeah, my feelings were hurt. I almost cried, but you don't know that because you don't have the decency to call me. You got your phone taken, but yeah, you still have a house phone and a phone book. So, yeah. I can't wait to hear the excuse this time. Why does it always seem like i'm disappointed? Why? My feelings were hurt. But of course, I don't matter. I'm just Carrie. No one really cares what I feel like. So, yeah. Just ranting in my blog. I felt like a loner and so unimportant. Taylor Bundy made my day yesterday. I've never known how empty a person could feel until yesterday. It was awful. I could see where all these people on postsecret and sixbillionsecrets come from with all their stories of near death experiences and suicide attempts. I used to tell myself that boys weren't important and I don't need one to be happy. I thought I was fine and staying with that, until now. I feel as though I can't live life without talking to him at some point in my day, but I'm working on not being so attached. It breaks my heart that I haven't seen him in days and that there's nothing I can do about it. When he leaves next year, I'm going to be a complete and total disaster. I know it's coming. I'm scared to death of the future, I really am. I'm learning how to deal. It's going to take a lot of pain for me to be okay.

Hoping that tomorrow is better.
Peace and Blessings, (: