2001-06-04 - 1:18 p.m.
I am feeling... 
"Miserable."
Greetings and salutations.....
I am still pretty angry at things right now, but another emotion has come to the forefront.
I am fucking miserable.
I really, really liked Will... and now this whole thing has gone to shit.
It's partially my fault, but partially not. I don't understand why we can't fucking talk about this like civil people, but sides were chosen and decisions were made, and once more I have been thrown quite ungracefully on my ass to the curb.
I feel so fucking... I don't know. I already used miserable. I guess shitty will suffice.
Once I find someone decent, more than decent even, something like this happens. I fucking should have known.
Never in a million years would I imagine this happening. How the hell did it even happen? Why, when dealing with me, is it always the guy who gets to bawl his eyes out, and have his friends rush to his side? Why are they allowed to insult and alienate me? Why can I only call my friends in to cry on their shoulders when all is said and done, and I'm left to pick up all the pieces?
Fuck me and my stupid heart for ever thinking I was falling in love with Will in the first place.
Everyone I ever love either dies or leaves me. I shouldn't be too surprised... but why am I the one who always gets hurt?
Why does it always fucking have to be me?????
~*~Piper~*~