Yet again, I have invited a friend over to watch a movie and they call about half an hour before the set time to tell me that they can't make it. That makes 2 times in two weeks (robert for Last King of Scotland, john for Tristram and Shandy). This is not cool. It makes me wonder if people say yes knowing that they will later call and back out on me. Is there something not right/fun about me?
I must do something that pushes boys away. Warren doesn't even acknowledge my existence, what was it that made him stop wanting to be my friend or hang out with me?
About Me
- Kiwi
- I am the kind of person who washes and re-uses plastic baggies and tin foil, but will fall in love with and spend an exorbitant amount on a beautiful dress. And yes, I cry at Jif Peanut Butter ads every time.
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