Well, I found out why he never called.. another girl. I can't believe this, for the second time. I should of never taken him back. Its my time to seriously move on. Its really hard, everytime I start talking to a guy, I think of him...I hope this time hes actually given up, I can't take much more of this pressure. Theres only one person I can think of that actually loves me now.. My mom. Shes there for me all the time, she deffinately wasn't before. Since she got clean, shes been nowhere but there for me. I love her. She's taught me alot about guys and the way they think, even though I really want him to call, and say sorry constanly, I have to ignore him. He called this morning while I was at school and my mom told him to fuck off. I guess he won't be calling back. If he really wants to talk to me, he'll think of a way he can. If he doesnt, I guess hes stuck with an alcoholic lifestyle, and stuck with a girl who doesn't think hes worth shit. He'll never find another girl who loved him as much as I did, I might not of showed it all the time, but I did. Apperently hes got a whole bunch of pictures of him and her on his cell, got rid of ours, I suppose. No ones here to comfort me, I don't even think anyone reads my journal.. but atleast I can let it out somewhere.