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Woke up at 8:30 today. I'm proud of myself. I've been taking care of the house all week. I think I'm doing a pretty good job.
Monday I got emotional over something that normally not bother me. Got over it, and got drunk. Played some drinking games with Mar, Chaz, Kathy, Diana, Eric, and Leo. Rob came later on. Stayed up until 6:00 am talking to Mar, Diana, and Kathy. Loved it. Didn't love the next six hours I spent throwing up/trying to sleep. Bad decisions.
Tuesday I recuperated. Took Rob to Medemerge to get his neck x-rayed. He went to class and I worked. Mar went through old pictures of mine, as well as my 'ex-box'. It was interesting, to say the least.
Rob came back and Diana returned. We got Rob his meds from CVS and picked up food. They all went to see Harry Potter; Rob and I went to bed relatively early.
I like pretending this is my house. I like that I've woken up next to Rob the past two days. Which isn't out of the ordinary, it's just that usually we're at his house.
Despite the good and the bad going on, I'm really writing here because I managed to get myself frustrated by thinking. I don't really care what other people think of me. But I'd like to think that if someone said something shitty about me around one of my friends, that they'd turn around and say "shut the fuck up" to them. Even if it's something completely ridiculous or irrelevant. I like to know people have my back.
If you're wondering what inspired these thoughts, it's nothing major. Nothing happened, there's no drama to get excited about, etc. It's just funny how a lot of girls are good at being cruel.
Now I'm off to pick up Tom from the airport with Kristi and Mar.
Monday I got emotional over something that normally not bother me. Got over it, and got drunk. Played some drinking games with Mar, Chaz, Kathy, Diana, Eric, and Leo. Rob came later on. Stayed up until 6:00 am talking to Mar, Diana, and Kathy. Loved it. Didn't love the next six hours I spent throwing up/trying to sleep. Bad decisions.
Tuesday I recuperated. Took Rob to Medemerge to get his neck x-rayed. He went to class and I worked. Mar went through old pictures of mine, as well as my 'ex-box'. It was interesting, to say the least.
Rob came back and Diana returned. We got Rob his meds from CVS and picked up food. They all went to see Harry Potter; Rob and I went to bed relatively early.
I like pretending this is my house. I like that I've woken up next to Rob the past two days. Which isn't out of the ordinary, it's just that usually we're at his house.
Despite the good and the bad going on, I'm really writing here because I managed to get myself frustrated by thinking. I don't really care what other people think of me. But I'd like to think that if someone said something shitty about me around one of my friends, that they'd turn around and say "shut the fuck up" to them. Even if it's something completely ridiculous or irrelevant. I like to know people have my back.
If you're wondering what inspired these thoughts, it's nothing major. Nothing happened, there's no drama to get excited about, etc. It's just funny how a lot of girls are good at being cruel.
Now I'm off to pick up Tom from the airport with Kristi and Mar.