The Unfinished Break Up

I always fall for the wrong guy's. When my last boyfriend tried to convince me that he wasn't like the rest, even after i told him about the past guy's i

have been with, he convinced me he was someone better and he was going to treat me right. Boy wasn't he a liar, I was difficult though, i put up a wall so i

wouldn't get hurt, when i finally fell for him, that's when he hurt me. I let my guard down, and i wanted to love again, he was something different though,

but i heard so much bad thing's about him, i refused to listen to them because i always want to find out the hard way. Which i have found out, he would

sometimes kind of come on too strong, and i would turn away then he would get mad at me for turning away, then i would feel guilty, This happen a lot. On his

birthday i wanted to do so much for him, but never got the chance because he refused to treat me like his girlfriend, He would always say stuff like "how's

my sexy girlfriend doing" but he would only say thing's like that when it was only me and him. He would lie a lot, i would notice his lies but i wouldn't say

anything to him about it because i knew he would get mad, he had such an anger problem. When we almost got into an accident, which i knew he was in the

wrong, he acted up like he saw his life flash before his eyes kind of deal, *drama queen* i said to myself. When i asked him to accept me as his girlfriend

on Facebook, he said there was something wrong with his computer and it wont let him accept anything, which was lies because he accepted some friends on it.

I asked him so many time's and he said to me why is such a big deal, i said because it would be like were declairing our love to everybody. which did mean a

lot to me. But he would never do it. I went on that chat room Plenty of fish, and saw him there, i asked him about it, he said "My brother mike wants to meet

some people on it so i let him use my account" which was bullcrap again. I did something which i do not regreat at all, I made a fake profile and stuck a hot

chick's picture on it, and contacted him saying he was sexy, just to test him, see what he would say and stuff, He fell for my trap and said he was single,

and he gave his e-mail address out and everything. *whata jerk* i said to myself. I let that go, i never told him about it. We never had sex, only because

someone had told me that he has an std. Even if it were to be lie's i do not want to tamper with that, no way. He told me he loved me, i never ever told him

i loved him back, only because i knew to much, even though i didn't say it, did not mean i did not feel it, which i did feel that i loved him. I don't even

know why i miss him.
Out Last Meeting:
He had promised me that he would go out with me at my friend's Jeremy's house, because it was he's birthday. He once again broke a promise, I called and

asked him was he still going with me, he said "sorry i can't because i am sooo sick, i have the bad stomich and sore throat" etc... So as me being hes

girlfriend , I wished him well, and hoped he get better soon. As i went out that night with Jeremy, i wanted to go to Sundance, Which i told my bf that i am

never going to again for some reason's. But yes i went to sundance, and as Jeremy danced with a few ladies i sat at the table, Along walks by my boyfriend ,

when he notice me i tried to look away in disbelief , But he came up and sat beside me. I said to him right away, "I thought you were suppose to be sick" .

He said some words but i did not want to listen to what he had to say because i knew it was going to be some big lie. *sigh* writing this for the first time

hurts me, because i fell for someone stupid tricks. He have always told me he don't want to be hurt anymore, and he do not like "Head cases" , which he is

the Head Case. What sucks the most about this, he would not talk to me anymore, the break up was not finalized. I tried to talk to him though msn and what

not, he would never talk to me. he would not even answer his calls. I guess i am just a fool again, always falling for the wrong men. When does life get

better?

This Isn't A Poem Sorry...A Short Story