Apr 29, 2012 04:15
Thought I was going to see Olivia tonight. I was not pleased with that.
Didn't make it to dinner. Worked.
Wasn't at the show. Woot.
Wasn't after the bar after that.
Final bar? I *thought* I saw her. Was not thrilled with my internal reaction to it. Irrationally jealous of the guy I saw her with. No desire to go back to the emotional abuse and drama, yet still...jealous.
Turns out it wasn't her (dark club). Irrational, yet well-received sigh of relief.
I could wake up a thousand years from now, and the scars that girl gave me would still be upon me. What the fuck.
Thank you, corner of the universe, for hiding my secrets in plain sight.