roses and egg tarts.

A lot of crap happened on Saturday.
I was really bummed about not seeing D this week. At all.
Sometimes I feel like being in my shoes is just pathetic, because all I do is wait. Wait after him to find time for me.
It's like I'm always trying to consider him and by doing so, I forgot about myself.

I got mad yesterday because I realized that it really just wasn't fair for me.
It wasn't fair that I was left alone when he did have the time during the week to maybe come and see me or something, and yet he didn't.
I think this is the first time I'm mad and that I'm actually standing up for myself and not giving in so easily.
I'm trying to be as understanding as I can be, but I can only take so much.

After realizing that I was really upset, he sent me roses today with a note saying "Happy six months and one day."

Sigh. Why does he have to be such a sweetheart.

I was still mad, because even if I was happy that he was thoughtful and caring for sending me flowers, it still didn't change the fact that he wasn't there for me the day before. Okay, yes I know I'm being a bit harsh, but all I wanted was a bit of time from him and instead he just made other plans.

He knew that I was still unhappy, so he passed by and dropped a box at my front door.
5 egg tarts... because he ate one! -____-