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It was so strange, I don't remember most of Saturday..and Sunday morning is most certainly a blur. Randy and I went out for a few drinks...and he's so sweet for only calling my tipsy. I was dead-on drunk off my ass. I quit drinking during the day and nights...and back to my sometimes-weekend-liver-killing adventure. It's fun every once in a while. He wasn't drinking, just had a coke, and was waiting for Kristin to call him. By the time 8:00 hit (I guess she was supposed to call at 6?) He said 'Fuck this' and got himself some beer. At about 10, he told me we left the bar. I remember waking up on his couch and being scared in the dark alone so I went up to his bedroom and that's all I really remember. I'm sorry Randy, I hope nothing got screwed up. It was a bad night for all of us. I had accidentally walked into the room during break when Simon was on the phone with Nikki. Sometimes, the pain is there...I don't want him back anymore, I know he doesn't, and didn't love me..he was looking for love with me, but never found it. I misunderstood his method. He would get witha girl, to see if he would fall in love, then break up when he didn't. This time, it seems like the real thing. The way he talks to and about Nikki, it's obvious that he loves her.
It's so weird to see Simon so happy and Randy and I with drama. It must be a balance thing.
It's so weird to see Simon so happy and Randy and I with drama. It must be a balance thing.