I'm Miserable

Well, now that Scott has the car, I don't know if he is coming home or not. Today I text him at lunch, and asked if he was working with his friend...and he said yes.

I just text him about half an hour ago, and he hasn't text back. And the phone shows that his friend that he was working with today was calling him like over and over.

So I wonder what he is up to? Well...I guess it really isn't any of my business.

And I was kind of out of it while Mike was in the office....and he mentioned it...I just called him and said I was sorry that I wasn't my wonderful chipper self.

Frankly, I don't give a flying fuck anymore about anyone. He can go screw as many women as he wants. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. With everything. and everyone.

It's all bullshit.