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Rebecca Elizabeth Fenhell ([info]notwhoiseem) wrote,
@ 2009-02-08 12:53:00
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I haven't seen Evan since we went clubbing. Perhaps it is ridiculous for me to avoid him but I can't help it. I'd rather stay at home with my mutts. At least they are loyal. They don't lie to me. What Evan and I had before was better than this. Better than before he asked me to be his bloody girlfriend. We would shag, snog and hang out with no expectations of each other. When he asked me to be his real girlfriend I thought he was serious. I'm not asking him to be over Emily because I know that will probably never happen but really? I would have liked it had he paid attention to me when we went clubbing.

I'd have liked him to listen to what I was saying and dance with me. Instead he was staring at Emily and Sean like some hungry beast looking at a treat he can't have. What a sodding jackass.


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