Current location:	Computer lab.
Current mood:	Pissed off. Hurt.
Current music:	Nothing.

God damnit.
I don't know what's been going on lately, but Joe has been a complete fucking jackass. I don't know what the fuck is up his ass, or what has him acting the way he has been, but I don't fucking like it. And I'm finding it really hard to keep my fucking mouth shut, in a sorry, pathetic attempt to keep the peace. He's been a fucking prick all week; today, Tuesday, and Monday. If he doesn't fucking shape-up by tomorrow, he's not fucking sleeping over. He can fucking sleep at the fat bitch's house. In fact, when I asked him if he wanted to stay, it appeared he would have been more excited if I would have asked him if he wanted an at-home-vasectomy. I kept asking him, and either he wouldn't answer, or he would just half-heartedly nod. It really feels like he's turning into his last-year self, and I hope to God, for his sake, that he isn't, because I won't fucking put up with it this year. I was looking at him earlier at break, in between the finals I had today, and I was listening to him be an asshole and making fun of me as we were eating, and never in my life have I ever wanted to hit someone so badly. I want to punch him in the fucking nose, 49589345893468 times. And then before my second final he's acting all weird. Won't put his arm around me or hold my hand or kiss me, so I get upset, and he gets mad. So I fucking walk away from him. I'm tired of being there at his fucking convenience. He's a fucking douchebag most of the time, and I don't fucking deserve it. We've been doing so good lately, which is why it's so upsetting that things have fucking turned out like this. He better knock the fucking shit off, or I'm going to knock him upside his silly fucking head. I'm about done getting upset over how much of an asshole he is, and I'm about to start going fucking psycho on him. I hate when he does this to me. He treats me like I'm fucking property. I thought we were fucking past this. I'm not about to spend another six fucking months being unhappy, just because I'm afraid I can't be without him. Obviously I could, if it really came down to it, even despite how much it would fucking hurt and kill me. But if he treats me like this, who fucking needs him? Not me, that's for damn-fucking-sure.

I have exactly an hour left in this class, and I'll probably use it to decide whether or not I want to keep putting up with his fucking nonsense. I hate that I fucking teeter between breaking up with him and staying with him over this bullshit, but I'm not the kind of person that will tolerate being mistreated or disrespected. He's a fucking twit. An asshole. A stupid fucking jerk that acts like he doesn't love me anymore. And sometimes I seriously think I fucking hate him.