Just Another Day

Finally I had the place to myself for a bit while my mom was at work. Although she called every hour to make sure I was still breathing or whatever it is she worries about. And to top it off, she brought me home a Dr. Phil book. Now don't get me wrong, I loved the guy in the past, but now his crap just sounds like a bunch of b.s. to me now that I'm not the naive listener/reader in his following. I wish I had more to write about, but there's so little going on. Crying, anger, every other emotion I can think of. And the ex-boyfriend I really thought I might be getting back together with tells me yesterday in no uncertain terms, that it won't likely be happening. and then he sends me a picture message of him without his shirt on that he took of himself with his phone in the bathroom mirror?! Give me a break. He's the sweetest guy I know, but I don't think I'm the only one completely messed up between the two of us.