Well... My nightmare seems to be continuing down a bumpy path...

~Last year, I didn't really like this guy named Andrew. He moved away over the summer. Then he came back.
~...We dated...
~A week later, he says we should take a break, to "get to know each other better". No biggie.
~That night, I went to his house.
~I did not know that getting to know eachother better meant making out like rabid weasels at the park. ¬.¬
~He says we're back together.
~The next day, he says we're broken up.
~I find out that during our "dating time" or whatever, he was flirting with a chick and said "What Sam doesn't know won't hurt her, right?".
~He then asks out my friend Lindsay.
~She told me she said no, because she was a good friend and wouldn't do that to me.
~Andrew then two days later tells me she actually said yes.
~People must die now.
~My mom kept bitching me out bout stupid stuff.
~I finally have a mental break down on Friday when my mom didn't bring home any Dr. Pepper. (It was pathetic, really. -_-)

So my nightmare continues to lead me down these stupid paths, and I have no control over it.
Whatever I do, I'll always fuck up in some way, shape or form.
But it's my curse, and I guess I'll have to deal with it.


-Sam