Thom Yorke said it best "It's not like the movies, they fed all on little white lies"
He always sums up everything.
I went to Dean's house today around 2:00 in the afternoon, I haven't done anything with him since last Saturday. I work, he works, and we we both had big projects this week. I missed him, I missed kissing him. I couldn't say for sure whether he missed me, and he would never say it. Not anymore anyway. It's hard to read him, it's hard to tell whether I imagine things. It gets harder, and harder to trust the judgment all the time. We did fall asleep together in his bed for almost an hour. It was really nice; the sun was out for thr first time in days, he has a few big windows in his room too. Maybe the excitement is just wearing off or I don't know. It has almost been 7 months. Again, maybe I'm just imagining things. Bleck.
I worked after Dean's house, 6:15. It was good, it was my 2nd shift on my own. I was very proud of myself -you'd have to work there to know what I would mean. My till was perfect, and other stuff. Yesterday at work was fine to. There's nothing to worry about. I just don't want to work and close by myself - cos it'd be too much work. People only have to do that on a non-busy night, a weekday.
I'm not sure whatelse I have to say.
godspeed,
.:New York Cares:.