another night out with the boys. we went to the delta, then to putter's and talked about how i'm a big whore because i had anal sex. then we went back to the apartment and they played hockey on x-box, while i drank beer and flipped through hustler. somehow i doubt they do this at yale. i finally had a thesis meeting that didn't result in me telling my adviser to go fuck himself, so i guess i'm making progress. baby steps.
i still feel like i'm not being honest with anyone. and i'm still talking myself into thinking that he never broke my heart. i hope that when i see him again he doesn't remind me of him.
i still feel like i'm not being honest with anyone. and i'm still talking myself into thinking that he never broke my heart. i hope that when i see him again he doesn't remind me of him.
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No one will even sit next to me on the bus.
I give off an actual stench now.
People look at me and turn away.
You think you have problems?
I laugh at your problems. But I still can not pitty myself.
I don't feel like you're being honest with anyone either.