Here I Am

From: MySpace

Current mood: betrayed

OK, so I have been dating this boy Matt for almost a month now. I've been spending every spare moment with Matt. I really enjoy being with him and getting to know him. I've been spending so much time with him in fact, that I'm barely home, and when I'm home, he's here too. So my house was a mess, unpaid bills were lying everywhere, you get the picture. I told him that I needed a little bit more time to myself. Apparently that gave him the right to look through the sent text messages on my phone. Oh yeah, while I was sleeping in the bed next to him.
I wake up at 1:30 in the morning on a work night and Matt's pacing my room yelling. I was totally disoriented and didn't know what was going on. He yelled at me, demanding I explain some text messages that I had sent to my ex while I was drunk, and then when I didn't, demanding for his clothes out of my closet. So I grabbed his clothes, and at that point, was just trying to get him out the door before he could wake up my roommates.
Locking the door behind him, I prompty fell back to sleep.
But wait, boys and girls, the fun doesn't end. I just talked to him, and apparently, he went home and talked to my ex. They had a nice little chat, you can read about it here: Joe and Matt.
It really sucks, cuz I liked Matt a lot, and things were going well with him. If only he wasn't paranoid and jealous things could've gone well. And then his journal entry made me feel like shit also. Damn, this is just turning out to be a crappy day.
And OK, bad situation here, my two best friends from Pittsburgh live with Joe, and despite my best efforts, David has been so shady to me for the past month and I don't even know why. I haven't done anything to him. The only day recently he returned my calls was so that I could get him pot. So I dunno, I feel like I've lost Joe, David and Walter as friends and Matt as a boyfriend. It's too much for me to deal with all at once. I really don't have anyone else to talk to... So now I'm gonna listen to some music and make dinner for myself.
Sincerely,
Fucker