Kiddycup...end of an era

Been with me since summer? great. You know how I use my blog to rant out my anger. It also probably isn't a good thing since this stuff stays on the inter webs somehow forever so ya know if the wrong person finds this it will probably be bad. Aka Kiddycup himself. Ya know since I LET him read my blog and all.

ALRIGHT bare with me....I slept for probably 3 hours.

Let me start with last night: It was two weeks since we saw each other and boy was I freaking excited to see him. Like so excited. He of course was running a few minutes late and of course I was pissy. Alright, maybe thats where I could change.

We went to dinner, caught up, decided to go back to his place and be old people as usual and watch Safe Haven (which was actually better since the first time I saw it (i.e last year valentines day) and I didn't even cry!

After, I went into one of those girl moods where I don't tell him whats going on but I'm acting differently. So, again oops. I was trying to come up with the words to say something along the lines of WHY ARENT WE DATING YET.

It came out sort of like "Well how long do you talk to a girl before you date them?" He got weird and I got annoyed because I was like hi you are older then me why can't you come up with a functioning mature sentence instead of just awkwardly laugh.

So we came up with the answer. He said he thought we've been dating and stuff he just didn't realize why I had to title it.

Thennnnnnnn I brought up Valentines day and how I wanted to spend it with him. He said he got me a present. SHIT SO WE ARE DATING? cause I wouldn't get someone something for valentines day unless we were 'boyfriend/girlfriend'.

Then we talked more. About things I will not say because of course we need to keep someeeee things in life private. But it ended with him saying it was up to me and maybe we aren't meant to be together.

And then I was dumb and slept over. Well didn't sleep because I'm so dramatic and freaked out all night. I was so excited to get home this morning but I was stuck in a buttload and a half of traffic out of Philly.

He said he wants to be friends.
I'm sad.

So I figured in the spirit of him, it was a good mofuggin run and he had to be concluded with an  angry dramatic blog post. Now excuse me while I go be a dramatic girl for the rest of all eternity.


If I can even function.