devil_bitch

Yeah so I got stood up. Picture me standing out in the cold in front of the Nelson Atkins Museum all by my lonesome for a half an hour waiting for my so called date to show up. I called left a message....called again it went to voicemail. I hung up. I say fuck it and go inside and enjoy a day at the Nelson by myself. It was bittersweet. I love going there but just once I would like to have someone to hold my hand as we walk along looking at the art work.

Now this is not the first time I have been stood up. It has been happening a lot in the last year. I don't understand why... My friends tell me it is because I am meeting guys on the internet. Therefore nothing that they say can be taken as truth. I am a nice person. I'm real. I don't understand how someone can invest so much time in talking to someone online and on the phone...just not care enough to show up when you say you are. So FUCK YOU!!! I'm fucking done. I know I keep saying that and I still try to find the one. Hell someone. I am going to be alone and be happy.

Why can't we have the people we want. Then there are people who want us but we can't feel the same way about them. *sigh*

I think I am done crying about it. My friends took me out for Chinese food. I am now feeling the pain of the tummy. Oh and my fortune cookie said: The greater part of inspiration is perspiration (in bed).

So now I am going to look forward to NIN at Kemper. Hell yes. Trent is the only man I can love. Why??? Celebrities are untouchable. Fantasy is wonderful.