Happy Eight Months! Oh, wait, just kidding!
I smell as though I've just come from a burning building and survived to tell the tale. I still have to bathe and remove this smoky clinging scent from my clothes. I was actually happy last night, despite being angry and disappointed. We went to the reservior to drink, and it was supposed to be a way for Sean and I to celebrate our eight months. Yeah, that didn't happen. He ended up flaking out and disappearing the whole night, so I never even got to see him. THAT was fun. I spent my night with strangers, all of who knew Sean and not me, drinking and smoking on a hollow hill around a fire. I guess it wasn't a total loss. I mean, I got to see how people hit a crack pipe for the first time. Yeah, great night, great mood. I'm aggravated and pissed and hurt and disappointed and I just want to sleep this all off right now, but it won't go away.
I need to be by myself for a while.
I need to be by myself for a while.