My name is Talky Tina, and I'm going to kill you

These have NOT been good days.
Not at all.

Well. First...since this is the shortest comment...I wish a certain someone would make plans with me instead of being shady and not messaging me. That'd be nice. I'd rather have someone say, "Uh, no, bitch, I hate you. We're not hanging out," than have someone not respond at all. Okay? Okay.

Next...prepare yourself, because this is going to take a looooong time...Larry. My ex. Oh. The biggest fuck up of my life. I used to think this was too harsh of a statement, because SURELY I'd done something worse than dating him. But no. I resign to the fact that he is definitely my number one fuck up (so far) in life. In the last 3 days, I have received well over 300 missed phone calls. I blocked his number after the first 10 to go straight to my vmail, but then SOMEONE got a little smarter than usual and started calling from a "private number". Okay, so I still know who it is that's calling, but I can't friggin block it anymore. And even though my default ringtone is "Gasoline" by Brand New, and I love it; I had to turn that shit off after about the 30th time it rang. It still vibrates though. Then after he noticed that I wouldn't answer those pesky little "private number" phone calls; he masked his number as the restaurant that I put my application in. Then as one of my friend's that he had the number of. I saw through that little scheme too after I picked up my phone and didn't hear Ed's voice, but instead his voice calling me an "immature little bitch".
On top of that, I have enough vmails that my box is full. Mostly they're saying, "Talk to me. You're a fucking bitch. Grow the hell up.".
Then the text messages I have are all saying how I suck and I ruin his life and how I'm a bitch and how he's coming over if I don't answer my phone and how I'm a whore and obviously sleeping with everyone in a 10 mile radius. On and on and on and on....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

"And what did you do to deserve this?," you ask?

I didn't answer his text message when he wanted me to.

Yup.

So he called me, I picked up, he asked if I were busy, I said no that I was away from my phone because I went to my house to get a new book before I went back to my grandma's, to which he got all condescending again and asshole-y and said, "Riiiiiiiight. I'm sure you're not hanging with your friends, huh?". So I hung up. Because he has accused me of being in the wrong for answering my phone when I'm with him. And that's a PROBLEM, apparently. Since when can't I answer a fuckin text message? Huh?

HE'S NOT EVEN MY BOYFRIEND ANYMORE!

He kept asking me about who I'm sleeping with now as if he's going to hunt the guy down or something. I am sleeping with someone, but he doesn't know that. And he doesn't need to know. He acts as if I'm supposed to follow his rules.

And the thing that pisses me off the most about this whole situation......he put me through hell in our relationship. He emotionally, sexually and verbally abused me.
And I'm the bad person?
I'm a bad person because sometimes I'm sarcastic?
I'm a bad person because I'm not always around my phone?
I'm a bad person because I decided to move on from a relationship?

I know I'm not without my faults. I may not even realize them all. But I NEVER treated him the way he treated me. I wanted to be friends after our break-up, because that's how I usually am. But he's made me second guess that. I can't take him driving by my house at night. I keep having nightmares that he finds me out alone and tries to hurt me. And I think he would for real.

I just want it to stop.

If he doesn't stop in the next day...I'm going to the police station with this.
I don't care if all they do is go by his house and tell him to stop.
I'll take anything.



Then, on top of that, my aunt went to the doctor's today. Her ex-drug dealer boyfriend (she's the "black sheep", by the way) pushed her back in December and messed up her shoulder almost beyond repair. Well since then she has done a poor job of taking care of it. And now her doctor says she has grangrene in her arm and it's going to have to be amputated.
So, of course, she shows up at our home drunk. Well, my grandma's home, because that's where I've been lately.

She waited for about an hour and then quietly gathered her stuff and walked home. But we didn't know she left. We didn't even know where she went. So we freaked out. My mom and grandma didn't really care where she went...well they did...but they weren't the ones that wanted to go look for her; I was. So we went to some janky house and then ended up by her apartment. She was hiding in her own closet from us. Really? Reallllly??? So after she complained for over an hour about how we hate her and how we judge her and think she's a pill-head and drunk (which, she is), she finally got out and went into her house with her weird sex buddy/friend/druggie/guy that's supposed to have left 2 months ago because she "hates" him whatever-he-is.

Gah.

But...my brother helped me put a new Windows 7 OS in my computer today because the other one was major suck and I'm basically finished transferring all my files back. My itunes is all that i have left. Since I have over 6,000 songs...it should only take...oh....3 hours to transfer. But it's worth it.


My rant is done.
For now.


----Courtney :)