so finally he comes, and the night

degrades from there; at one point I almost walk out on him.

The next morning I take the bus over to where my bike was chained up. Yeah, the frame and wheels were still there (they were chained up), but thieves had taken my seat, seatpost, and handlebar bar-ends. I had to ride it home without a seat, which is very annoying. I blew up with rage at Winston, called him every bad thing I could think of, told him I never wanted to see him ever fucking again. Ok, so I'm often a victim of my own stupidity, but I don't need to be a victim of bullying too. I can't stand it. I'm such a fucking loser, I really want to die. I'm just been crying and moping a lot for the last couple days.