well my "boyfriend" is "fixing his bass amp" and my house is filled with small children who are ammused by cat toys... but of course, he's with the band and doesn't have the balls to tell me that. yeah i'll see you at 10. haha. so smart, just putting it exactly where i can see it. yeah i admitted to being depressed. so OF COURSE, he has to go onto diaryland and be all dramatic about it, because he always has to be the more important one. have more attention. im pissed off, but only because i was lied to. wanna know what i have to say... uhh it sounds something like... let me think. maybe fuck you?