Friday, July 27, 2012

Today...was weird. I went to school, finished the majority of my packet with Calin, and then we went to Subway. There we met Lieutenant Lasagna...and he was kind of a Jerk. Anyways, we went from Subway back to the School Center, and I got to finish the rest of my work. Some of the Teachers...were a little mean to Calin. I mean, I know that they care about him (probably more than a lot of there students who just never show or never do work or blah blah blah) but the things they said, and the way that they said them...were kind of mean, I guess. It hurt him, and irritated me. For a while Calin was pretty down, and I didn't know what to say or do. I tried to just hold him and stuff, but he was still sad...so I tried just listening. Still sad. Talking didn't work, I just ended up sounding stupid. By the end of it all...I was just so entirely frustrated with myself. All I wanted was to be there for him, or distract him, or just...anything, ya' know? But I didn't do anything. In fact, I only ever continuously made things work, to the point of sounding like Miraj (his ex girlfriend.) I ended up making the whole thing about me, which I didn't mean to do...but I just didn't know what to do! Nothing I did made him happy, and I just wanted to be there for him the way that he's always there for me...and I couldn't =/ He made me feel better though, which only made me feel worse...gah. After a while we were all cuddly an adorable again. I almost taught him how to ride a bike. We went to a liquor store thing. Saw a crackhead. Walked home terrified of everything...all in all it was a good day. I still just feel very...blah about it all. I dunno. Maybe I just nee to get over myself an get over it and be happy. I just feel liked I messed up. I used to o that with Zach. The very few times he' open up to me, or talk about a problem of his...I' just totally fucking blow it. I' either talk to much, or too little, or wouldn't comfort him enough...I dunno. I'm just bad at showing how much I care about people though. It's frustrating...Yeah.

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