Wherein breaking up is hard to do.

May 26, 2009 15:40

[There is silence for a few long moments before the message starts up.]

...Hey, it's me.

...

I'm not drunk.

...

I uh. We just broke up. Well...I broke up with him.

...No, it was mutual.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't be calling you. I just...needed to tell someone and only two people actually knew and I don't think bothering Otacon at an ungodly hour and leaving an obnoxious message is a very good idea. Like this is any better.

Anyway, uh. I'm okay, actually. I think I'm okay? It went okay. About as okay it could go, I guess.

I should...stop rambling at your voicemail. You don't have to call back. I don't mean or want to worry you because I'm...fine. Really. I dunno, I think I just wanted to talk and feel like someone was listening.

Okay, uhm...sorry for bothering you...I guess I'll see you in school.

[He ends the call.]

i have issues, *phone call, i need booze, !samus, life's a bitch

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