*Smutty stuff in here* This is just about me and my most recent dating and sexual experiences. Honestly, it's a lot of failed relationships and a lot of sadness but it's my life so idk.


24. April 23rd - April 26th

Sunday April 23rd

4:39 PM

Stan: I need to talk to you about something

Me: Okay

Stan: I have a couple issues about us, I don’t work tomorrow, can I see you after class?

Me: The anticipation is probably going to make me go crazy can we talk today when you get off work?

Stan: I guess so

Me: What time and where?

Stan: No idea


Sunday April 23rd

7:29 PM

Me: Are you off work yet?

Stan: I’m eating

Me: Wanna come over to my house so we can talk?


*A few calls*


Sunday April 23rd

9:04 PM

Me: Well I guess we’ll just talk tomorrow

Me: Good night


Monday April 24th

2:50 PM

Me: Class is out

Me: Do you want me to get an uber to your house?

Stan: Not in town

Stan: I’ll be back around 7ish


Monday April 24th

7:36 PM

Me: Hey


*A few calls*


Monday April 24th

8:43 PM

Me: So…


He calls me a little while later and I am beyond furious because, hell, if he was going to break up with me there was no reason for him to drag it out. The best part was that I was typing up a text that was me breaking up with him when he called me.

I start ripping him a new asshole when he was like, “Babe, babe, babe,” and then he finally, FINALLY said my name. He’s never said it unless he was introducing me to someone, and so it caught my attention.

Of course, I yelled, “What?!?”

And he was like, “I wasn’t going to break up with you! I just wanted to talk because I got a job offer out of town and I wouldn’t be able to see you that often since I’d be gone.”

That’s when, instead of responding like a sane person, I started quoting his texts.

I need to talk to you about something. I have a couple issues about us. What the FUCK did those mean if you didn’t want to break up? Like seriously, learn to word things better!”

We talked for a little bit longer and I was so very, very pissed about the suffering he had put me through. He ended up having to go do something and so we hung up.


Monday April 24th

9:01 PM

Me: I’m getting really annoyed and not just because I spent a solid 24 hours thinking you were going to break up with me and I had no idea why you would do that so I spent that time thinking it was my fault and that I did something wrong.

We were supposed to meet up and talk last night and then again today after I got out of class and we still haven’t yet and I don’t know why and I just want to talk because it seemed important.

Me: Also I am sorry for telling at you earlier on the phone, I was just really upset.


Tuesday April 25th

2:04 PM

Me: Hey


Tuesday April 25th

9:00 PM
Me: Hey


Tuesday April 25th

10:02 PM

Me: I don't know what the hell you wanted to talk about, but at this point I don't even care because not texting me back is not okay, and neither is not answering my calls. Who sends a version of the 'we should talk' text and then doesn't respond to the texts about meeting up so the talking could actually take place?

         I know that originally (because it seems like you have changed your mind) you didn't want to break up and you just wanted to talk about some stuff, but why the absolute fuck would you not text me back and why would you leave me to suffer with sever anxiety, causing me to cry multiple times to multiple different people? Are you really such a dick to leave a person in suspense like that?

         But why have you not texted me back in over 24 hours? Last night when I texted you and you didn't respond I gave you the benefit of the doubt and just assumed you went to sleep early or that your phone was charging in the other room and you didn't hear my four calls or my texts, but then you didn't respond to them at all and it really pissed me off because I made sure to apologize for yelling at you on the phone even though I didn't really need to apologize at all.

         And if it was something I said on the phone, like how none of friends or family like you, well my friends have told me that they'll like you as long as you make me happy, and my dad said he'd support me with whatever I decided. But if it was something I said, you should've manned up and talked to me back it because it was said out of utter anger because I was so mad at you.

         So, since you don't seem to want to talk to me anymore, I'm just going to be the one to say it, think we should break up because apparently I'm not important enough to you to actually respond to a text or answer my call.

         And don't say you were too busy to take ten seconds and text me back saying literally anything, because that's all it would've taken to stop me from sending you this text.

If, for whatever reason, I (and practically everyone else in this world) have read too much into this, or if you were genuinely someone busy throughout every text, call, and snap, then please call me. I don't want to break up, but it really seems like the only option at this point.


So I bet you guys are like, ‘WTF HAPPENED NEXT?!?’

Lol, jk, I doubt any of you thought that but it’s whatever.

But, I did break up with Stan.

Though, more shit happened after that.


Tuesday April 25th

10:08 PM

Stan: I told you what happens when I get like this.


That text earned a phone call because I understood exactly what he meant. He was manic depressive which basically means he’s bipolar with really high high’s and really low low’s, and he was in a low right now.

I remember calling him, though I don’t really remember what we said because, well, this all happened five weeks ago so I’m typing this based on things I remember and the texts that I sent him.

I think we made plans to hang out the next day after I got out of class and talk.


Wednesday April 26th

2:50 PM

Me: Hey

Stan: I’ll text you in a but

Me: Okay


I proceeded to go to the coffee house by my school and get a drink there. Then I ordered Jimmy Johns and ate it as I waited for him to text me.

Wednesday April 26th

4:54 PM

Me: So…

Stan: Yes?

Me: You haven’t texted me and I’m about to head home.

Me: I’m in my uber noe so I’m either going to your house or going home

Stan: Im still busy, I’ll be free around 7ish I think

Me: Okay

Stan: Okay, sorry

Me: It’s fine

Stan: Okay




Wednesday, April 26th

8:12 PM

Me: Well hi

Stan: Hi, sorry I’m helping Shawn, I thought he’d still be on the road

Me: I feel like I’m getting jerked around at this point because like seriously, we’ve had plans to meet up and talk three times so far and two of the times you completely ignored my calls about it and now, for the third time, it seems like you weren’t even going to cancel on me, you just weren’t going to test me if I didn’t text you first. I’m getting really really sick of it.

Stan: Sorry

Me: Whatever

Me: If I take the time to go over to your house will you actually talk with me?

Stan: I don’t know

Me: What do you mean ‘I don’t know’?

Stan: Idk


At this point I was beyond pissed, so you know what I did?

I called up an uber and had it take me to his house.

The driver was a big black guy and I explained the situation to him and I told him I felt like I was acting like a crazy girlfriend who technically wasn’t even his girlfriend since I had broken up with him yesterday, but the driver said I was being reasonable so that made me feel better.

When I was two minutes away from Stan’s house, I texted him.

Me: I’m about to be at your house.


That’s all the warning I gave him. I didn’t tell him that I was heading over until I was down the block.

When I got there, I knocked on the door and he came outside. I followed him to his car where we sat and talked.

I could barely hear him over the sound of the air conditioning because his voice was so week. It seemed he didn’t have the energy to talk any louder because he was so depressed.

We talked for a little bit and all I remember from the conversation was me saying, “I don’t want to break up with you,” and him replying, “I don’t want you to break up with me.”

Oh, and he also gave me back my swimsuit that was in his trunk and I have him some Dr Pepper licorice and some jelly beans that I had picked out for him when I was at the mall a few days before the first text.

We talked and he drove me home.

Thankfully, we didn’t stay broken up, and when we got to my house I told him, “All I need is a good morning and a good night text to know that you’re okay.” He agreed to give that to me, no matter the slump he was in.

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