I could tell you everything that's happened in the past three weeks or however long it's been. But I'll leave that for next time. Today, I feel like garbage. I was dating Brody... why can't I ever take anything seriously? I'd been dating Brody since he came to visit... two weeks ago. I didn't tell Phil. I didn't tell anyone. In fact, I told Phil that we weren't dating. Then I messed around with Phil after Brody left. I went to visit Brody last weekend, and messed around with Phil again when I got home. I dunno, I could have gotten away with not telling Brody. I don't know why I did. I just needed him to know. Maybe in some last ditch effort not to fuck someone up. I don't even know what I'm saying. Like... when I'm doing whatever, it doesn't even seem wrong to me. I don't know why. It's like it's perfectly acceptable to cheat on someone. I've cheated on everyone I've ever dated. There's something you didn't know. And I always get away with it. Brody... told me to call him when I grow up. I haven't grown up and I have... I have, but with the thought that cheating is ok. If you cheat on everyone you date until you're like thirty years old. You've grown up, but your morals are fucked up. I don't know what else to say about that. I'm not with Phil. Now I'm not with anyone. Now, I really screwed up.
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