oh. wait.
he forgives me. what is this universe doing to me? i can go back home tonight, put my pictures back up and my clothes in the drawer. need to stop thinking so much, and need to stop drinking so much and freaking out. it's always me freaking out, i mean, i don't know who i was last night. and i cried in my mothers lap for the first time in years. and this morning, he forgives me, said he knows i didn't mean it. we'll make lasagna tonight. not.kidding. he forgave me and told me we'd make lasagna.