In twenty or thirty years, will this be a high or a low?

Oct 15, 2014 03:24

(In which I lash out at the sweetest kid I know)
"Brave face, Ele. Look, in ten years' time, this--"
"What do you know about it James, you're fucking nineteen."

Which was unfair. It's just- C became so much less fed up with her day when Andy came in to say hi. I stood there wondering, what have I thrown away? And I worry, I worry about how much of a wreck I should let on that I am, because what if I don't miss you, I just miss having someone to come home to? Wouldn't that be irresponsible?

Tomorrow, on my long, miserable day off, I'm going to make plus and minus columns. Then I'm going to go for a run. The last time I broke up with someone I ran almost to the Erskine bridge. There are several albums by the National on my phone, so who knows where I will end up this time. Then maybe tomorrow night we can talk some more about how I continually wreck everything.

boys, angst

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