I don't know what the heck is wrong with me when something so serious like this has happened.
Now I really want to bail on the Road Trip. I don't think I can go knowing that there's something wrong. It'll just be on my mind the whole time and then it'll just be pretty pointless going.
scratch that.
None of that even matters anymore....................................
I don't even know what to do...
I have not teared up this much since the time I randomly started blubbering to Chris. P last year during the lunch meeting.
shit.
Why this speedhump now? Why, now.
WHY EVER.
I need Andrew to be with me now
2 more hours until he's finished with work ):
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO MOVE OUT. SHIT.
I need to talk to you.
I neeeed you so baaaaaaaad.
):
"The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly." - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby.
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