i think the lovely display of numbering to the right proves just how stupid i really am. and that i can't count. obviously. i am hungry. funny how he says "why does it matter?" like he actually thinks its the answers to the questions that will change the situation. he does this thing... he says he wants to talk and i can ask him questions... anything... and then i start and he twists everything i say until its a confusing mess that i don't even want to deal with and i end up not even wanting to ask anymore.. and that is how he gets out of answering. clever. because it makes it seem like its my decision. he did it 3 separate times last night. it drives me insane. playing stupid when you aren't stupid really pisses me off. i hate when people don't know what to do.. so they just do nothing. i hate that. why is it always up to me to fix things? even when i wasn't the one to break them? or i should say, especially when i wasn't the one to break them.