What the fuck? bad scene. as usual. im so good at bad scenes.
so good it hurts.
lets see now, first it was the wine head.
that wasn't my fault.
But it was a lovely evening last night. What a perfect time for a winic.
But then there were some other festivities. Oh dear.
Then there was some amazing times adventuring.
Some of my best life chats happened in first year with a friend of mine from my program. We lost touch. She's doing her masters now apparently. Good for her.
We're really different you and I. Maybe too different. But were not that different. We're also really alike. Maybe too alike.
I am defs going back to that place sometime soon to write. It was unreasonably inspiring. And I think it still would be with a clear and sober mind.
fuck, im doing it again. I probs wouldn't be doing it again if I had gotten more than 4 hours of sleep last night. And for the past 3 nights before that...
Then there was tension. I shut it down. It needed to be shut down, otherwise it would have turned into that time before when the next day we were both like...uhh what?
Rain, go away. Gawd.
Eleanor Rigby.
"I feel like we haven't been totally honest with each other." Your words not mine babe.l
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