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Last night I had a long conversation with Kim. I'm interested in staying friends with her. I don't know what her opinion is.
Tonight I went on a pub crawl. After four different bars, I finally decided I was trashed enough and stopped drinking. By leaving my last bar. After that I ended up driving out to the club and met up with Shadela. We talked for a while, I cried, she was amazing. She's married now, which, you know, good for her. She deserves happiness. She gave me her number and made me promise to call her on monday with one condition. I have to make an appointment with a therapist. She said I was sick, mentally, and I need to go get help. I'm in no position to say she's wrong. On monday I have to call up the therapist she recommended, and then after that I've gotta give her a call. I'm nervous about that.
I'm supposed to go hang out with Santavorn, play football and meet his "twins" (muscles? boobs? dogs? friends? I dunno) in 7 hours. So I should hit the hay. Er, sack, hay is for horses.
Tonight I went on a pub crawl. After four different bars, I finally decided I was trashed enough and stopped drinking. By leaving my last bar. After that I ended up driving out to the club and met up with Shadela. We talked for a while, I cried, she was amazing. She's married now, which, you know, good for her. She deserves happiness. She gave me her number and made me promise to call her on monday with one condition. I have to make an appointment with a therapist. She said I was sick, mentally, and I need to go get help. I'm in no position to say she's wrong. On monday I have to call up the therapist she recommended, and then after that I've gotta give her a call. I'm nervous about that.
I'm supposed to go hang out with Santavorn, play football and meet his "twins" (muscles? boobs? dogs? friends? I dunno) in 7 hours. So I should hit the hay. Er, sack, hay is for horses.