Long story, short... undetailed version. Not so much that the secret was told, actually it doesn't really matter anymore. But things were sort of explained from my end, and then other party involved left. Then I might have text-messaged him because that's exactly what I was talking about, so then he tries to prove me wrong by calling me several times, and I, trying to force him to decide his/our fate, lets him break up with me. (that clears up the story now, eh?) So then he comes to my house and jumps on my bed at like fucking five o'clock in the morning going on about if this is what I want. No. No it isn't. Jesus, anyone should know better than to fuck with me when I'm tired. Needless to say I fucking got no sleep cause I had to go upstairs and lock myself in the guestroom so I could sleep. He finally left and left me a long note declaring his undying love for me and how he'll get me back and gave me the wrong middle name. My fucking middle name is NOT Loraine. Seriously that did not help. Anyways, not gonna lie, coming over and jumping on my bed was not a smart move, because now I am more pissed off than I was before.

      Standing up for what you want does not mean you get to annoy the other person. I really didn't think it was that hard of a concept to grasp, but maybe I give humankind too much credit.
music. you know what you are - nine inch nails