Ugh..

Well, though I thought everything would be okay, because I was told that she was "now okay with it."

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong.

Wrong!

I'm getting sick and tired of this. I would be alright, if she hadn't been pissed for like three months, allthewhile pretending everything is okay. I would be alright, if she would stop complaining about it to her boyfriend. I would be alright, if she just bloody talked to me about it.

But nooo. That's far too rational. So while she sits, and broods, and gets madder and madder because her mind is coming up with worse, out of proportion, untrue things (because girls minds do that), I'm sitting here, unable to do anything, because I don't know anything.

Which brings me to my other point. I don't know anything. Does this seem wrong to you?

See it yet?

No?

This whole damned thing is about me, and yet I am the last one to know anything. Apparently she does know about me knowing. What? When was I supposed to find out about this? After they're broken up and everything is unfixable? And what then? I do like her, she is (was? May still be, under all the crazy...), a nice girl, and I would like them to stay together. If she doesn't know that I know, and I confront her about it, then there's even less chance of them getting back together. If she does know I know, what if I just make it worse? Though, I'd be hard pressed to. Just breathing the air here probably annoys her.

That was a little uncalled for. And a little exaggerated. But you have to understand that I'm frustrated.

Anyway.

That's kind of where my head is right now. I'm confused, mad, upset, a little depressed and I really don't know where to go with this.

*sigh*

I guess I'll go do my homework now.