He's spent every night for a week at her house. I'm totally heartbroken. I think he's really in love. I feel totally humiliated. I don't know what kind of fantasy land I was living in? Maybe one of those romantic comedy lands. You know? The one where the boy realizes he loves the best friend. I know it sounds silly, but I know how he likes his sandwich. I always thought the one you should be with, would be the one who knows how you take your sandwich. I know how he likes his. I'm just never going to be the pretty pretty princess. I mean this girl is beautiful, huge boobs and sweet like candy. I'm the cute, funny girl with small boobs.
I think a part of me didn't think she would work out because she's always causing drama. She's a really needy girl. She's always breaking up and making up with him. But, I guess I was wrong. At the end of the day the boy should be happy. But, she doesn't know his sandwich. She's not very silly. I guess maybe he's not looking for that in a girl friend.
Today he was actually home when I was, and I almost told him how I felt, but I couldn't do it. Instead, I just stared at my facebook page, and he kept dry humping my leg to make me laugh. No one should have too live like this. It's just not fair. I talked to my dad, and I considering moving back home when my lease is up. Maybe on my last day, I'll be like, "By the way, I love you!"
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