Nice and short
Friday night was alright. Didn't go as planned but it was still fun visiting Holy Cross. Ended the night early, and Saturday morning, quick laundry followed with a long drive back to UMass for the night of work. Exciting indeed, so much that i had to get pulled over by campus police to tell me how awesome the night is, and let me go of with a warning, for a reason not to clear to me. Ending the night with a couple of hundred bucks in my pocket. Sunday night, even better, with the rain from top, i had decided to take a swim in a puddle of "clean" water on the ground. My cell phone was happy too, you should see it now. It didn't work for the rest of the night, and i got yelled at for being clumsy, oh boy, good time. Wrapping that night up with a nice lump of cash and a nice warm hearty meal from DP Dough.
Thursday night was interesting. Dinning out with my friends' ex-girlfriend. Nothing, uncomfortable just the first 10 minutes of the night was me apologizing for not picking up and responding to her phone calls. But i had my reasons, which i put out on the table, and was able to push them aside me with a nice Presidente Margarita, and a happy rest of the night. Again, ended early, but work was waiting for me anyways.
Recently I've just been confused with some uncleared topics. In a sense its odd how we tend to hint things or avoid them, to later with time, we find out the meaning to a certain behavior once before. I hate being portrayed as a bad guy, when in my heart i know I'm not.
I can feel everything is falling apart, its making me fragile. I feel like I'm crawly back in to my bubble, sheltering my self from all this nonsense. I'm blown away by reactions. Look at me...from the outside, not a peep...yet inside...screams, anxiety, fear...flowing through every inch in my body.
I'm retrieving.
Thursday night was interesting. Dinning out with my friends' ex-girlfriend. Nothing, uncomfortable just the first 10 minutes of the night was me apologizing for not picking up and responding to her phone calls. But i had my reasons, which i put out on the table, and was able to push them aside me with a nice Presidente Margarita, and a happy rest of the night. Again, ended early, but work was waiting for me anyways.
Recently I've just been confused with some uncleared topics. In a sense its odd how we tend to hint things or avoid them, to later with time, we find out the meaning to a certain behavior once before. I hate being portrayed as a bad guy, when in my heart i know I'm not.
I can feel everything is falling apart, its making me fragile. I feel like I'm crawly back in to my bubble, sheltering my self from all this nonsense. I'm blown away by reactions. Look at me...from the outside, not a peep...yet inside...screams, anxiety, fear...flowing through every inch in my body.
I'm retrieving.