It's kinda late to make a fuss about this weekend.Considering apparently he has plans all day with his quasi-roommate.I really don't think he gets it, and I really don't think I'm crazy (though, perhaps, I should learn to translate his words better.I guess).
What he says "I'm doing this this and this with this other person/group, you're welcome to come if you want." (this is not rare at all...)
What I hear: "Well I have plans with people who I actually give a damn about, but you can tag along, doesn't matter to me." This is exacerbated by the fact that he pretty much refuses to make plans with me, and even when he does it's tentative and he breaks them half the time.And the fact that if we don't hang out tomorrow, it means a month of not seeing him.A month where he should damn well that he's on my bad side (not exactly been hiding it), and I'd hope he'd be smart enough to realize that if I'm still mad, it probably isn't gonna go away with avoidance.
And yet he thinks that I would want a tattoo from him, as another bit of bonding.Fuck no.I'm half tempted to say that he doesn't get to take me out for my 21st for similar reasons...I already know my first post-birthday clubbing experience will be alone.
Why do I put up with this crap? Because somehow I feel like it's better than being alone, and because for some stupid reason I still care about that idiot...