A bit of regret.
Went to the local Big Chain bookstore to meet J; ran into That Girl in traffic, who kinda brushed me off; read some Harry Potter, but not much because the people kept distracting me; tried to get looked at by anyone but wasn't; went with J to bar, where she was meeting friends; declined her invitation to join; returned home.
I'm writing because I'm disappointed in myself. The bar looked like fun. The company would have been great. I just felt too down on myself to go. Too ugly, too tired, too fat, too weird, too whatever else. So I went home. I wasn't fifteen feet away when I began to regret behaving so pathetically. I could have gone back, but.
I'm writing because I'm disappointed in myself. The bar looked like fun. The company would have been great. I just felt too down on myself to go. Too ugly, too tired, too fat, too weird, too whatever else. So I went home. I wasn't fifteen feet away when I began to regret behaving so pathetically. I could have gone back, but.