Week from hell.
Yeah, it's been a week from hell. Just...bad. Really bad. Like getting drunk and then skipping classes due to the hangover, bad. Like failing a French test bad. And worse.
The one thing I have to keep telling myself is that actions speak louder than words, always. I'm finding it's proving true. I mean, for all the near-miss almost-fights I have with Hemi, he got me drunk when I needed it and gave me aspirin and would have tucked me in if I would have let him into the room, and you're welcome, Jules and Frankie. And he danced with me in the headlights of his car. Well, I might add. Will listened to me when I melted down and gave me some perspective.
Also, Jules tried to feed me ice cream and chocolate, and Frankie managed to feed me gooey bars and puffcorn and...yeah.
I have some pretty amazing friends, and some great roommates.
And actions will /always/ speak louder than words.
The one thing I have to keep telling myself is that actions speak louder than words, always. I'm finding it's proving true. I mean, for all the near-miss almost-fights I have with Hemi, he got me drunk when I needed it and gave me aspirin and would have tucked me in if I would have let him into the room, and you're welcome, Jules and Frankie. And he danced with me in the headlights of his car. Well, I might add. Will listened to me when I melted down and gave me some perspective.
Also, Jules tried to feed me ice cream and chocolate, and Frankie managed to feed me gooey bars and puffcorn and...yeah.
I have some pretty amazing friends, and some great roommates.
And actions will /always/ speak louder than words.