Well, tonight put me in a bad mood. This morning was fine. I was fine. I made no plans with my boyfriend, and I was okay with that. It's a school day and I had a volleyball game right after school, so nothing could be planed, really. I spent the day fine.
About 7:30 in the evening my boyfriend texts me and asks me if I could go over to his house after he's had dinner with his family. I--thinking of Valentine's Day, and how it's the day of love and whatnot--decide to put off some plans for that night, and cut the visit to my dad's house short. I planned on doing my homework right when I got home, so I could catch up on some early sleep. I had to cancel that. I asked if I could just bring my homework to his house because I'd been sick the past few days and needed to catch up on a lot of stuff. He said that would be fine.
I spend the next hour driving home, and getting ready. By the time I left the house, it was already past nine. As I walked to my car I thought, "Man this is pretty late, but I'll sacrifice my time for the sake of Valentine's Day." Sure enough, after some time driving over to his house (he doesn't live close, by the way) I get a text saying that he'd prefer it if I could "reschedule." "Reschedule"?! Reschedule the time that I wasted getting ready for something that wasn't even worth it? No.
In a fit of fury and frustration, I sped back home, told my mom how much of a waste of time this night was, and rushed to my room. The thing that would have been the least bit helpful was for him to at least call. I didn't hear my ring for my message, and by the time he re-sent it, it was too late, I was long past my house. I didn't reply to his texts until I had cooled down, and even then, my reply was still satirical and cold. I didn't intend to hide how pissed off I felt.
I put him as my first priority when I had all these other important priorities to tend to, and he blew me off last-minute. Great. Just great.
Happy Valentine's Day, bitches.
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