So, it's obvious that when I'm upset or hurt I actually do work. That being said, the article is finished. I edited it twice, and as far as the guidelines and information I was given it is flawless. Four days in advance.
Matt. Yes. It all comes down to Matt. So, for the second night he decides he doesn't want to hang out with me. Last night it was cool, not even I wanted to go see those movies. Either way, yes I had fun there. He wouldn't have. I could accept that. Tonight, I can't accept. Starts at 10:00 this morning, he calls and says we should do something. I get back from Sam's and I give him a call, he says we should go to the library... tells me he'll be here in 15 minutes. Doesn't show. I call back... finally get ahold of him a couple hours later and find out, "complications arose". He's with his mom and Travis... I suppose I can understand that if his Mom is involved... but it's pushing it. He tells me to get a car and call him back. I do. He doesn't answer. Another couple of hours and an article later, some girl picks up his cell phone when I call, ask who I am... I tell her and she hands the phone to Matt telling him that it's me... and he hangs up. After everything, my tolerance, my time spent going to pick up his CDS from Strictly Discs, ordering his shit on e-bay, calling him when he's in the AF to try to help him as much as I can, being his fucking chauffeur when home... I feel duped. Used. Worthless. Ditched, royally. In a word, backstabbed. I've put up with a lot of shit, but this time I'm getting an apology. God knows I am owed at least that.