Yesterday, my boyfriend and I were hanging out. And I thought we were having a pretty good time. At about nineish? My boyfriend gets a text from his friend asking him if he wants to smoke with them. He texts them back saying “now? but it’s so late.” And then we continue hanging out. Few minutes later, his cellphone vibrates and he receives another text. He then asks me if I want to leave because I have to go soon anyway. What the fuck? I actually did have to go at a certain time. But that was going to be in two hours. He has done this before too. Many times, actually. He would leave me as soon as his friends want to hang out with him. I feel like whenever he finds better plans, he decides to ditch me. Whatever. I guess my feelings don’t matter that much to you.

Hahah, I kinda gave up on the daily post thing. I don’t think I’ll continue it.
I ate pierogies and salad. ;D yummmyyyy. <3
Eh, this is a bit of a touchy subject for me. I was never really close to my parents. I mean, I do care about them. But I’ve never confined to them. I’m Brazilian on my dad’s side. He hardly speaks any English so it’s almost impossible for me to speak to him. I used to be able to understand him while I was younger, but then my parents got divorced. And I had to live with my mom in Florida, while my dad lived in New York. I never got to see him, and I started to slowly forget all of my Portuguese. Four years after the divorce, my parents got back together and I moved back to New Jersey. My dad’s in the restaurant business, so I hardly ever see him. Because he’d work all day until midnight. Including weekends. My mom on the other hand, speaks English. She’s African American and works a lot, but not as much as my dad. She’s gone all day though, so I only see her at night. But when she gets home, she’s usually exhausted and will go straight to bed. So I was never really around my parents much. And I’m still not today.
My first love… hmm… Well, I’ve only had three boyfriends. The second one didn’t really count because we only went out for about a week. I thought I was in love with my first boyfriend. But he hit it and quit it. So, he had sex with me a couple of times, and then left me. :/ A month or two later, word got out that he turned gay. He told me when he was bi when we started going out. AND THE FUNNY THING WAS, he broke up with me through email. WHAT AN ASSHOLE! He told me that he “wasn’t feeling it anymore” which wasn’t even the whole truth. The truth was that he turned gay. I just wish he was completely honest with me. Because after he broke up with me, I thought that I might be able to have another chance with him. And that maybe he might have seen the error in his ways and decided to get back with me because he made a mistake… but no. I wasted my time with him. And that’s the story of my first love.