Fighting With The Boy.

Not. Fun. The worst part about fighting with your boyfriend is that its always about something SO STUPID. Like "I hate that I never see you!" or "I feel like you don't love me." Well, how is FIGHTING going to solve that? If you ask me that would probably only make it worse. AND IT DOES. So, although this blog wasn't supposed to be about my life, other than like, advice, I'm about to complain a little. If you don't wanna hear it, well you should probably just skip this blog post. Read the others, they have a point.

Well, for the past week or so, I've been fighting with my boyfriend. "why," you ask, "would you be fighting with your boyfriend whom you love so dearly?" Well, obscure blog reader, you see, my boyfriend lives an hour away. An hour drive on a good day. But! I DO go to his school every morning, because my brother goes there and he drives me, and from there I take a bus to my school. So I get to see him every day, which is freaking awesome. Except during finals week, my day starts later, so I've been hanging out at my friends' house before school. These friends are twins, Eric and Amelia. Eric goes to my boyfriends school, but he lives like two minutes from my house. So my boyfriend, his name is Jack, by the way, made this joke about my fake relationship with Eric. (It's been an inside joke for like, a year, that I was secretly in love with Eric.) and I said something back to him about it. And then he got really annoyed (which I don't even care about, because I know I'd never cheat on him) and we (sort of) made up, with him saying that he just didn't want to lose me or whatever. But I've noticed that the longer we've been apart, the more we get upset with each other.

So it's been super weird between us for the past week, then yesterday I asked him if he wanted to hang out with me and some of my friends, because we were going to go get hot chocolate at this cute little place by my house. I just wanted to see him, you know? But he said no, it was too last minute. Which, whatever. I get it, hour drive, whatever. But I was texting him and I asked him what was up, and he said "BDUBBBSSSS!" (yea, just like that, whatever, it was lame, i know.) and I was like "oh, fun. with who?" Because nobody in his family likes buffalo wild wings but him. So then he listed a bunch of my friends, a few of which told me they were going like two days ago, so I knew this was planned. And so then I was like "that's nice." OKAY, so here's my problem, right. Buffalo wild wings is like, two blocks from my house. So he was right by me. And he was like "I can't hang out cuz it's too last minute." before, right? So then I said he should stop by my house when he's done there, and he was like "yea I don't think they want to." So I was like "Well, then maybe I'll come by and see you guys" and he said "we're actually just leaving."

GRRRR. And then I was like "Kay I'm gonna go, Jeff and I are gonna take a drive." And HE HASN'T TEXTED ME BACK OR CALLED ME FOR 16 HOURS. Did you text him? you ask. YES I DID.
The thing is, we're fighting because we miss each other. Which is just CRAP. So I'm gonna go mope now, see you.

I'll post at the end of a later post how it goes.