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Tonight is my last night at my job. Yay! I'm really excited. And it's really not a bad job, at all. I made decent money, I liked most of the people . . . not bad at all. And a lot of people think that I'm quitting because of the "shit" that happened a few weeks ago. Yeah right. I don't back down. Especially when it was not my fault. Why would I quit just because all of a sudden, one person dislikes me? Yeah, I'm not that kind of person. It doesn't scare me when people don't like me. They can get over it. Because overall, my job is pretty damn good. I just found a couple that pay a hell of a lot better and are closer to where I live. Basically, a better deal.

So far, I'm doing very well with my "not partying until New Year's" vow that I made myself. Last night was one of my very good friend's Halloween party. And did I go? No. If I had, there's about a ninety percent chance that I would have gotten trashed. I don't mind not going to parties. It's the smaller ones that I love. Where there's about ten people chilling and playing beer pong or flip cup or king's cup or whatever. Those are the best times. And those are the ones that are hard for me to stay away from. One of my friends from high school is having a massive party at his house tonight. Am I going? Most likely not. Because again, a ninety percent chance of me getting trashed if I do. And I would love to actually stick with what I told myself I wasn't going to do.

The whole "I'm moving on and getting over him," hasn't worked so well. But what did I expect? I guess I actually did expect to get over him and move on. So the fact that I haven't is really weird to me. I honestly did not think that I would get hung up this bad. Why should I? He makes me feel like shit. The things he says, they really do hurt. So I should hate him back, right? So why can't I? What's wrong with me that I can't hate the person who hates me?