Life, The Universe, and Everything
I feel like the floor has fallen out on me. I've lost one of my best friends and he won't even call me because it's just....I miss my friend. Seriously. Most of my best friends in high school were guys. When I got to Alfred that all changed (except for the friend in question, who became like a brother to me and NOT an APO brother) and we'd been close ever since until we got into an argument, oh about three weeks ago. And I really want to make things right again but he won't call me to work this out. And it hurts knowing how close we are-or were. I really wish he'd come back. *sighs*. I think that's why I had the dream that I had. It was so vivid. I never want another dream like that again. Basically, my cell went off at like 4:45 in the morning (which was strange, but I have told him that he could call at any time). I reach out and grab it and it's his number. He sounded like he was drunk and he was yelling at me to never call him again. I woke up at like 5:30 and couldn't get back to sleep. This was all a few days ago. And of course, (go figure) I hear the song that we had made 'ours'-'I hope you dance' by Lee Ann Womack. It hurt. So bad. Really, really bad. I'm just thankful that I have other friends out there that have been able to fit into the void that he's left in my heart. Especially one right here in Troybany-you better know who you are...;-) *spins*. Bedtime, cause I gotta work this weekend. Working on the last weekend of summer should be outlawed! Outlawed, I tell you! lol...catch y'all on the flip side, have a great weekend!