Fuck EVERYTHING. I fucking hate everyone who thinks a camera phone gives them the right to record people's lives and flaunt them to people they shouldn't be flaunted to. I like people, okay? They make me feel better. Calmer. Like the ridiculous pressure inside me is bowing me outward, splitting me apart, and people put tape over the cracks. Levi is the only one who found a way to pick up a bottle of glue and fix them even semi-permanently. But people in general still help. So a couple nights ago when I was "cuddling" (for lack of a better word) with Wes and Nick at a party at Pat's house, it was purely platonic. In fact, I actually told them that it was just a comfort thing, a friend thing. Plus, I had been talking about Levi all night- I missed him, I was worried about him, I was excited about our six-month anniversary on Saturday, I loved him, I'm gonna marry him. Someone at that fucking party decided that wasn't okay. They took pictures of me and Wes- who, by the way, was barely even touching me; his hand was on my side, and that was it-, and showed them to Levi. He was on his way to buy me a promise ring. Instead, we got into a major fight, and I'm not sure things have been entirely the same since. He left his wallet at the Starbucks where he saw the pictures, and someone stole the $300 he had set aside for the ring. Now, he doesn't have the money for it, and he's not sure how much longer the store can hold it. This is what I've wanted. I know it's just a thing, just a bit of metal, but I wanted it so much- to show everyone that this is real, and that it's gonna last. And now, because of a stupid thing I did without ever thinking it could possibly hurt anyone, I'm not going to get it. So fuck people who butt in where they don't belong and aren't wanted. I didn't do anything wrong. | 
