Heart rate
So I get these rushes in my chest that make my heart speed up. It feels like falling in love but since it has been happening since yesterday it's overwhelming and concerning. Maybe it's the smoke. Maybe it's the dream. Maybe it's the lack of sleep and lie I told to get out of work.
I went out last night and spent the early morning hours taking shots with a guy who's obsessed with my friend and won't accept the fact that she has a boyfriend. It doesn't matter where you go...it's the same story once you get there. Or maybe it's only this way with people from the 303.
I'm still trying to enjoy SF but I just want to leave. I'm tired of living in a situation that is sad and depressing. I'm tired of being forced to look at my failure at a relationship everyday. I barely even touch her anymore. But like the man said, moving doesn't make everything a-okay and I'm ready for that. I guess. But it's hard to not feel like maybe this time it'll last...
My hands are falling asleep and I'm dehydrated. I don't even know why I drink anymore because it's not nearly as much fun as it used to be. 40s on the Hill on a summer night sounds good to me. But not all this small talk and leg brushing.
I miss you all, friends. Enjoy the snow Colorado.
I went out last night and spent the early morning hours taking shots with a guy who's obsessed with my friend and won't accept the fact that she has a boyfriend. It doesn't matter where you go...it's the same story once you get there. Or maybe it's only this way with people from the 303.
I'm still trying to enjoy SF but I just want to leave. I'm tired of living in a situation that is sad and depressing. I'm tired of being forced to look at my failure at a relationship everyday. I barely even touch her anymore. But like the man said, moving doesn't make everything a-okay and I'm ready for that. I guess. But it's hard to not feel like maybe this time it'll last...
My hands are falling asleep and I'm dehydrated. I don't even know why I drink anymore because it's not nearly as much fun as it used to be. 40s on the Hill on a summer night sounds good to me. But not all this small talk and leg brushing.
I miss you all, friends. Enjoy the snow Colorado.