M: So are you coming over tomorrow or not?
C: Why, are you trying to make plans with someone else?
M: No, it’d just be nice to know.
C: Probably not, but maybe.
I swear, he’s fucking incapable of just coming out and saying “No, Michelle, we won’t be seeing each other tomorow.” ‘Maybe’. Bullshit. I just don’t know anymore. I was looking forward to seeing him all week because he promised that he would come over. And it’d be the first time that I really get him all to myself without being in public like a restaurant or something. But instead, he’s cancelling. For his brother or his best friend, I’m not quite sure which and I really don’t care who he’s spending time with tomorrow night. All I know is that I really should stop fucking crying. I’m blaming it on hormones.