ventilation

It’s irritating how you think it’s okay for you to not call me because you assume that since I know where you are, it’s all good. No, it’s not.

I don’t know wtf im feeling.

i hate females.

bitches…

^_^

my boyfriend is the best! fuck the rest! I love him, hehe.

im so pissed. you make up so many excuses to not stay on the phone while sleeping. and your story is always different every time!

1. You have no batteries in the morning
2. your phone turns off for no reason
3. you cant sleep when someone is on the line
4. the phone bill

what the heck? you didn’t seem to have any of these problems before. all i want is to stay on the line with you for once - for old times sake. Damn, i guess…

UGH.

I’m so irritated! I need to vent again.

• Okay, my teachers are so stupid. You guys don’t even update schoolloop or anything. Dude, are you kidding me?
• STOP TALKING TO ME. I DON’T KNOW YOU!!
• Why is it that everytime things start to go well, there’s always something that messes it up.
• spit ends make me so sad :(
• can i like, finally lose weight?! this is so hard.
• i hate math
• my boss is an idiot
• i hate people
• hate grimey females
• i want spring break to come faster
• i want to drive
• boyfriend’s leaving me
• tensed shoulders
• bad grades
• STRESSED OUT.

=(

In about 3 days (Thursday), it will be our official 10 months. We passed over half a year and in all honesty, I never expected to get this far with you. Especially with all the fighting and nonsense we experienced during the first couple months we were official. I’m so happy to be able to proudly say we’ve been with each other for over a year, but only official for about 10 months. 2 more months before we reach our first year anniversary, babe. I hope we can make it, but knowing us - we’re going to experience a lot of downfalls within the 2 months. If we don’t end up pulling through to our one year, then I guess it is what it is. You know, I’ve been competing with Ria this entire time. I felt as if she had the stronger hold on you, and it hurts how you still talk to her every now and then. You tell me you don’t love her anymore, but that’s just complete utter bullshit. As least that’s what I think. I can never compete with your first love, let alone the first girl you ever fell hardest for was Ria. 16 months and about 2 years. We can’t beat that - I can’t beat that. I don’t know what it is about her. You loved her, but I wonder and question if you love me just as much. She’s pretty, she really is. I want to know what goes on in your head. What do you think of her? Do you still have any feelings for her? What goes thorough your mind when her name pops up? Who would you choose, if you had the chance? Me…or Ria. I don’t know what to do, Michael. Jealousy and paranoia is getting the worst of me. I’m so afraid that you’re just going to get up one day and leave. Over the past year, you’ve done the most unexpected and most shadiest thing any boyfriend is not supposed to. You started talking to Lyna when we were on a break, you cuddled with your ex, and you made an attempt to flirt with my friends. You have no idea how much you hurt me. Thinking about what you did always fills me up with tears. Speaking of which, I shed a tear just right now. Are you not aware of everything you’ve done? It hurts. You knew I had the mentality of competing with your past, but you made everything that much worse by doing everything you’ve done. I deserve better…I do. I just need to realize it. I wish I could let go of you. I wish I didn’t love you anymore. I wish…I wish you mean it when you tell me that you loved me. I just want to be perfect for you. Better than her. Best you ever had typa thing, you know?

Damn, man.

This is like, a private blog. Can all you followers UNFOLLOW me and let me blog in peace.

Michael John Otero

As of now, we’re going at a steady pace, and to be quite honest, I’m loving this. I hope you won’t be moving any time soon, cause that’s gonna hurt. Damn, I don’t even believe in long distance relationships-so tell me how I’ll be able to handle it. Man, as much as I try to keep my guards up, you always find a way to somehow break it down little by little. We’re going steady, and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I love you. Happy 8 months, dear.

gay shit, bro.

This is a private blog for my own personal view and vents, but hella people are following me. okay…block! How did you guys find my PERSONAL BLOG. tsk tsk.