kellymonroe

its funny how sometimes it doesn't matter.. how many minutes, hours, days, seconds, nights, weeks, months.. years.. have passed.

i have just had the biggest fucking drama filled day/night of my life.

my day was not big news.. work was stupid.
but my ex of seven fucking months ago decided to drive 500 miles to see me.. and harass me?
it started with the texts, and then the phone calls, and then it became a loud, violent, crying, threatening voice on the other end of the phone..
he threatened to kill himself if i didn't see him, he cried, he told me he loved me, he called me names, dragged my family down..
and then he shows up. bangs on my window for a good hour..
and i'm crying and crying, out of anger, out of fear..

my friend dave picked me up and took me to mikes.. we couldn't get ahold of him.
his room mate hasnt paid the bills, so he has no phone..
dave thinks i have a shitty boyfriend.. i dont think so at all.

so here i am.. sitting at my computer.. swollen eyes, sore throat, stuffy nose..
i want this night to end.
and i doubt i'll go to work..

i've got a migraine.
i'm scared.
and i guess i'm going to bed.

"love" sucks, right?