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I hadn't planned on posting today, but I was boosted by a friend's own rough lovelife that maybe it would be better to scream my lungs out here, rather than the real world. Besides, I have to work tomorrow and I need to be able to speak.

My boyfriend came over today while I was getting ready to work on my dress. I was watching Farscape at the same time and when he came in, that was the first thing -I think- that he noticed.
This actually didn't bother me at first, I know he hasn't been able to see any of the episodes in a while and as I have the whole entire series on tape, I should have known that was what was going to catch his attention. I didn't want it to.
A little while later he mentioned that he should've been at some party an hour and a half ago. To my honest knowledge, this was the first time I heard that he had somewhere to go. He says otherwise and I don't realy doubt it as I do have a bad tendancy to hear things and then forget.
I'm not really upset about those things, honestly...well, maybe a little that I do not remember him telling me about the party. What I am upset about is that he did not even ponder asking me to go with him. And that I can not tell him about this. I don't like showing such deep emotions, it gives people a view of you that they have never seen before. What if they don't like what they see?
I hate being so completely emotional even if I don't show it to those who need to see. It was something used agaisnt me when I was younger, bitches who deserve no names decided to use me as their little insult bouncer during classes. I managed to steel myself agaisnt them, leaving the jr. high they were in and running away. I can't run anymore but I can certainly hide and I shouldn't be hiding from those I love. Yet here  I am underneath a damn rock that is too heavy for me to even try to crawl away from.