So that's what I'm doing now. Sitting on my kitchen floor with a giant bowl of crappy cookie dough, a pot of tea, and The Fray playing on repeat. And waiting for Rain to get here. Speaking of Rain, it's raining. I hope he gets here soon, but I know it'll probably be another hour or something. At least I get to see him. I hope I'm not dead by the time he gets here, though. That'd be bad. But this cookie dough makes you feel seriously sick. Helps with the self-pity.
I'm upset because of Poseidon. I don't know why it's bothering me so much. But on Monday I was so upset and I was complaining about how sore I was and he just told me to shut up and that I complain too much. Then had the audacity to act like he'd never said it after I stormed away angrily. Then last night he goes and takes Drama Queen's side about Rain and I being too corny on FaceBook! What. The. Hell! Does my happiness mean nothing to him?! Nothing to anyone?! When Rain and I started going out, people were thankful that I was so happy, at least from what I heard. Now they're sick and tired of it?! Make up your bloody minds, people.
So today when I saw Poseidon I said something about rotting in Hell and promptly began the Silent Treatment, which I will keep up until he can correct his faults. I am seriously upset. And, no, I am not going to waver in this. Silent Treatment it is, no matter how guilty I might feel while doing it. I'm upset. Very upset. Nobody seems to care how I feel except you, Sophie, Rain, California, and Detective! Genie cares, I know, but she doesn't know how to help.
So I'm just going to sit on my kitchen floor and listen to The Fray sing "all alone" over and over while I sip tea and make myself sick.
Oh and I was sick yesterday and nobody cared. Only Wolfe asked where I was yesterday and gave me a half-hearted "hope you feel better."
'Till next time, if I don't die from salmonella.
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