Thinking of You - Katy Perry

I woke up this morning... way too early... With the a knot in my stomach the size of Texas. I don't even know where to start with this one...


I had the best night with my good friend and this guy... We had good conversation, had drinks, went out, really a fun time. Then we went back to his place, my friend passed out, and him and I had some alone time. Every thing went very smoothly, like it usually does with him... Until we decided to go to sleep. There we were, in his bedroom, cuddling, about to pass out when his roommate came home. So you're thinking... What's the big deal if his roommate came home? His roommate even knew that my friend and I were there, that was the problem. The problem was that his roommate came home with two girls and one of his friends. Again, this really wouldn't be a problem, you'd think... But my friend came into the guy's room and he went to go say hi to every one. When he came back, of one those girls comes into the room and looks at me and says, "well, you're not *the arab version of my real name*." Keep in mind right now that I'm wearing his tshirt, a pair of underwear, my make up is all over the place and I'm wasted. At that point, all of my cool, not caring about boys, calm feelings have left the building. I've never sobered up so quickly in my life. She walked out and I jumped out of bed, got dressed, and we were out of there in 30 seconds flat. 


Now... You're thinking, why is she so damn upset? Who cares? Obviously he hooks up with other people, so do you. Well, about a month ago this guy left me high and dry at a club after basically telling me to piss off because his mission of the night didn't involved me and involved some girl with that name. And I know it's the same girl because I remember her friend and she's the one who came into his bedroom... 


Moving forward with the story. After we left the apartment and started heading towards my car, I pulled the guy aside and told him not to make an ass of me by driving my friend home with me and letting me sleep at his place. And that's when world war 3 broke out. We have arguments all the time via text message, but I'm pretty sure that was the first time we actually yelled at each other. So for 20 minutes I tried to convince him to just do that right thing for once, not what's easiest. Well that didn't go over so well. I'm pretty sure any other girl would have had an actual brake down, right there on the street, but I just swallowed it like I always do.


Now I'm left here, the morning after all this, wondering why that one hurt so much? Like I've said before... This one definitely has a big affect on me...