manslament

i don't know what to say, i must be nuts. sunday my boyfriend(at the time) and i made plans to hang out. so i get dressed and ready. as i put on the finishing touches he calls to me that his mom is pissed off at me and not to come over yet, that he'll call me back in ten minutes... two hours and ten calls later, no word. so, i go over there to see whats up. i park down the street because his mom is mad, but the parents arent home, so i walk up to the door and knock...no answer. i check the door and its unlocked, so i open it and knock and say "hello?" and i enter to see that he is passed out on the couch and not at all dressed to see me. the fury and frustration hits me like a brick to the face, so i go to his room to find his cell. i set it conviniently next to him so i can call him from around the corner, but when i call he doesn't answer. so i try again to see if maybe he is a little more awake now, and again he hangs up on me. so i walk over to him and tell him that hes an ass. i go to his room and gather all my stuff, as i'm doing this his parents come home. so i pass them and go to my car and drive around aimlessly. i called him in such a rage i cant even remember any of what i said. and he told me that he was too busy to talk and that this is the last straw. immidiatly regreting what i did, i went back and parked in front of his house, called him and asked him to come out and talk to me. he was too busy, he said. so i stayed there for three hours, until it got cold and i felt a little more creepy than usual. i went home.

i lose.