||[Sep. 12th, 2005|08:47 pm]
|||||I'm A Fake || The Used||]|
Hmm. Finding out that your ex-boyfriend had sex with your ex-best friend once again. What a day. No matter what he'll tell me, I know he isn't sorry. If he really was, then he would have stopped it way earlier. It's just so stupid, I don't know why I'm upset over it.
I thought it wouldn't happen again..but of course, I'm stupid and just went out with him anyway right after he had sex with Emma the first time. When he first said that he cheated on me, I didn't believe him. I mean, it's Craig. My ex-boyfriend. The amazing singer/guitarist that I
am thought I was in love with. He wouldn't do that to me, or at least I thought he wouldn't.
He couldn't even tell me who it was, saying that it was "best" if I didn't know. Oh, because knowing that some girl helped my ex-boyfriend cheat on me is really going to calm me down? Especially if I don't even know who it is. Wow. Thanks Craig, for your concern. So, after some pathedic little moments, he told me that "they" went all the way.
I just couldn't take this..all of this at once, so I slapped him. He tried to be all nice, trying to comfort me. You honestly think that right after telling me that you had SEX with this girl is going to help me? Once again, Craig really does look out for me, doesn't he? After he slipped out part of Emma's name, I knew it had to be her. Who else fucks people, just loves lying, backstabs you, and name starts with an "E"?
Hm. Only one person was on my mind, obviously. I don't know what you were thinking, but I guessed "the" Emma Nelson. Ding, ding, I was right! Wow. Surprise, surprise, there.
After numerous times of her telling me that she wants us to be friends again, and that she's "sorry" in the past, I really can't believe her anymore. Not that I really did in the first place. But honestly, what kind of person is she? Who does that kind of stuff? I mean, holy shit..and people called me a slut. I seriously just can't trust either of them, I can't trust anyone.
I guess this is how it'll always come out as. My ending. I get screwed over. As always, I'm the one getting hurt. As always, here I am, once again, on my bed, crying my eyes out. But didn't you expect it?
I mean, I am Manny Santos. That's what I'm "famous" for, right? Switching from relationship to relationship, yet getting hurt in each one. I don't even know why I even try anymore. I seriously just give up on guys. No, I take that back -- I give up on people.
You know those endings where Prince Charming lifts the beautiful princess off her feet and they live happily ever after? This isn't one of those endings.