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April 20th, 2010
01:58 pm - made my bed but don't want to lie in it
So, I'm here. For two months. I suppose I have my shit together so far; I have a job. I like my friends, but we've been sitting on the couch. There are many things, though, that are making me feel really, really depressed about my current situation.
Parker's been in town and doesn't want to see me. Oh, except for the other night at 145am when he tried to booty call me. He keeps saying that he's not going to be in Brantford for two, three weeks, and telling other people he's back this week. I can deal with being rejected, and I can understand when feelings change. But it makes absolutely no sense that, if either is the case, he can't just be honest about it. I knew what I was getting myself into with this guy, but I expected at least some decency and respect out of him. He know's that I'm his brother's best friend, he know's that he's friends with my friends, and he's also very aware of the feeling that [were] involved in this. I suppose this is my punishment for getting involved with an insensitive, immature guy. Buuuutttttt I must remember that I brought this upon myself!
People are different in this town. I feel like I don't fit in here, and that the only way I'll be able to fit in here is by...pretending I don't live in the city. When I talk about being away most people say with pride that they will be here for life. This is an attitude that I simply cannot relate to. I think that it's fine, but personally, I hate this town. I don't like the people. Actually, I like a few people... but the overall attitude and lifestyle here is aggressive. There's drama around every corner. People mostly just talk about other people and their lives. Maybe I just need to find some new friends while I'm here... work may help with that.
That's all the drama I care to document for now... Although its not the end.
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