Sep 05, 2008 10:02
The crib broke last night.
Conor came over after meeting me and some people at Caffrey's and we just talked for a while, mostly about him and his troubles, and ended up talking about us again and how I should be able to make the casual thing work. We didn't really come to any conclusions, but we started making out, and after a while I stopped him. I said you know, I need to be done. I don't know what'll happen in a month, but I need time to myself. I spend WAY too much time thinking about him, and I have more important things to focus on. So I need him to back off so I can have my life back.
He said he was proud of me as he walked out the door. :)
I came back upstairs, and as I pulled back the blanket, I noticed that the crib had literally come apart.
I texted it to Conor (thought he should know his creation had died), and as I came back from the bathroom to check whether he'd texted back, I noticed it was 2:56 am. So of course I called Vinnie. He was proud of me too.
I feel so free and awesome right now. I'm a senior. This is MY year.