You're a Bitch, But I Love You Anyway

I told Trevor not to get me anything for Valentine's Day. I told him about how his emotional stability, book smarts, athletism, and all-American family make me feel inferior and my mom wasn't letting me spend any money on him. So, on thursday nightish he suggests that he is going to buy me chocolate covered strawberries because he'd heard me say that I I love them. I told him not to.

On friday, when I get to Chorus, I get a pink rose from Trevor. I was taken completely off guard. I figured he knew better than to purposely go against my wishes. My first thought when getting the flower was"I ask him not to get me chocolate covered strawberries and he gets me a rose. *sweatdrop*".

He spends half the day begging me to let him get chocolate covered strawberries for me. I keep telling him "I won't eat them, so don't buy them." Because I felt like a pregnant whale all day and I didn't intend on eating anything that day. When I meet up with him before my lunch period, he has the strawberries in his hand. It killed me inside. I was in a lose-lose situation. Feel like a fatass and feel guilty or reject something that my boyfriend bought and make him more miserable than I already do. I ate them and felt guilty 8th and 9th period.

That night on the phone, he tells me that he's working on my Valentine's Day present. This, quite frankly, pissed me off. It made me feel like, if he has to work on something involving it, it's going to be way better than mine.

Valentine's Day finally arrives and he gives me three more presents. WTF? A cute plushie that's holding a heart pillow that says "Kiss Me", and orange(xD), heart-shaped pillow that says "Luv ya", and a star necklace. Admittedly, he wrote "Don't be angry" on part of the card, but... I haven't known how to feel all day today. On the one hand, I feel like SHIT because his presents were much better than mine. On the other hand, I can't believe he was so inconsiderate and considerate he was being at the same time.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?

Mon petit ami m'adore. J'adore mon petit ami. C'est simple, non? Au contraire, c'est compliqué. Je suis un fille méchante. Il est un garçon sympa. Cette situation est injuste. Je ne sais pas que je devrais faire. Je ne veux pas blesser mon petit ami.

Don't you know how hard it's been?

First of all, I'd like to talk about how Trevor can be so stubborn. He's always too busy worrying about my happiness. I can see me sucking all of his happiness away, but he's in denial. Today, he hurt his ankle. He says that it's swollen and hurts even though he's had ice on it since he went to the nurse during 4th period. It's fucking 4:00 and he still hasn't talked to a doctor.

Second of all, dogs walking in on weird things. What would you do if your dog walked in on you masturbating? I highly doubt anyone wants to know how I came up with this topic of conversation, but if you want to know, just ask.