I feel like crying again. I swear, you'd think I was PMSing, but alas, my depression isn't being driven by raging female hormones, it's a boy named H. Our date was a bust. Other plans came about, so we did that instead (other plans = Dungeons and Dragons. Don't laugh, there isn't shit to do in this town). On the drive over, I was happy that I was going to see him. Ecstatic, even. Things were going to be back to normal. Obviously my perception of how things were going to be were badly misconstrued. When I was in one room, he was in the other. He would go outside, I'd come in. I found myself feeling a strong sense of resentment towards him, annoyance. It's because he just left. He's left me metaphorically, physically, emotionally. He left me without any regard, without a care. We're alone, together. Miles apart while we're in the same room.

"You said, 'so go'. With such disdain, you know?"