Sometimes when I really can't sleep, I'll think about last semester. And I've realized within the past few weeks that it all feels like it happened to someone else, that that wasn't me. It's like I've stolen someone else's memories, but I can't remember whose so I can't return them.
I wish the most memorable part of Wednesday wasn't the bad part, and I really hope to never again experience a hangover like I experienced Thursday. Friday night was bad, him writing "I'm in a relationship" is about the strangest thing I've ever read. It's just so foreign, like it's out of sync or somehow off-kilter, some exotic species--her and not me. A girl he's known for maybe a month, he'd rather be with her than someone he had ended up falling in love with (for a spell, at least). Friday night went from 40 to zero. Last night went to zero. I'm chalking it up to a learning experience.
"Playgrounds are graveyards and all of our scars are permanent." - Emily Haines & the Soft Skeleton
I personally think that the most memorable parts of Wednesday are your adorable hiccups and our midnight McDonald's run. Those were the best parts. <3
ReplyDeleteRE: 0 again last night. I thought Sam took them away? Lisa, you know you can do this without Blades. You know how bad he is for you.
Don't forget, you can still call counseling for an emergency appointment if you need to. Even if you just want to.
Stay strong beautiful.