damnit.

damnit,damnit,damnit.

I am a coward.

maybe thats my secret.

too afraid of your mom to even simply walk in and give you your phone. 

Just sat there for a bit, gave your phone to matt, and fucking left.

and then i'm lame enough to fucking blog about it. 

i've always told myself that I handle conflict better than anyone I know, cause I keep a "cool head". it's a crock of shit. I'm just not brave enough to do anything about it.

you deserve better.