phedre

Packing sucks. I've never liked it. But I guess it's one of those things you have to do if you want to move somewhere way kewler than where you live now. *sigh* It's just so tedious and time-consuming and boring.

My ex is being a little prick and he made me cry again yesterday. For two damn years, he has not yet learned how to keep his word. What the hell? Is it that hard? (Word to the wise: Don't lie to me. Pisses me off like nothing else. And hurts me more than anything else in the world.) But I figured when we broke up, it might change and he might not feel the need to lie and break his word constantly. But no, of course not. *grrrrr*

Supposed to be hanging out with Ivy today. She doesn't seem too thrilled about it. But since all this shit went down, I'm not sure how much of a best friend she is anymore. She always seems to have ulterior motives. And she barely ever seems genuinely happy to spend time together. I don't know, it's weird. I still love the girl to death. So I'm glad to spend time with her before I move, even if she isn't.