:'(

So, I've had a perfectly lovely day until just a few minutes ago. I've gotten all A's on my finals- yay 4.0... I'm back visiting family and friends and wracking up a pretty decent paycheck. I got to visit my Grandma today, work, celebrate my brother and dad's birthdays. I made dinner for everyone, cleaned up, and then made a cheeseball for a friend and for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I have been planning this hangout/ talk/ figure out life time for weeks... but apparently he decides to change plans last minute. Going to hang out with a friend from school is apparently much more important than seeing a friend that lives 2 1/2 hours away for a few hours. Especially since you have shared a close personal bond with person since summer 2009 and recently just gone through a major catastrophe that they helped you with... and you haven't seen them for months... But, no... It's all right. Go ahead and go hang out with people you see every single say at school. No worries. I'll just be 2 1/2 hours away soon and you'll go back to pretending I don't exist because it's more convienient for you.
It's not like you already broke my heart or anything... nothing like that.

Why can't I just have a day... one day that works out? I can never just be happy apparently.

And I made a freakin' cheeseball for him. WHY do I CARE SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It only ever leads to me getting hurt worse. And worse. And worse.
I HATE this.