Sep 03, 2005 03:56
I need to sleep. I want to sleep. But I can't. I'm not sure if I'm pissed, if I'm like "whatever" or if I want to cry. Maybe all of those at once. I don't want to leave tomorrow, and so much for my last weekend with you. My last anything with you.
I dunno what I want. I dunno if I'm freaking out. But I hate this. I hate you like that. Why'd you let me leave? You know better. You should have come home with me. You shouldn't have chosen to stay. I hope you're happy. I hope you're passed the fuck out, and you wake up sick as a fucking dog.
I'm not there to take care of you. You're a big boy. So go for it. If this is what you want, I ain't stopping you this time. Just like the good ol' days bud. Drink the fuck up, and see what happens. Maybe there'll be some more good stories that the whole town will hear about. This is not what I imagined our life like.
I think I have some re-evaluating to do.
I want to sleep and wake up and have it be 10 o'clock already. I want to will this night away. Talking with my mom helped. But I think it made it more clearer, more scarier and more heart wrenching. Goddamn I wish this all didn't happen. Fuck.