We trade tit for tat like that for this
...people keep calling me at the most opportune moments. My mother apparently bought Jeremy her manager's daughter's beat-up old Accord for $1000 this morning, which is the most fantastic news for this family in a while, and hey, somebody sure cares.
I might get paid to see a counselor for the next year, which would be pretty opportune, if pointless. Seeing the flier today and talking to the secretary for fifteen minutes felt kind of timely, at least.
And I was not expecting this weird-ass Ben situation to end like it did, with me planning on being all contrite and concise and somehow still remaining a part of his life, but end it did, with him being all contrite and concise and not really planning on remaining a part of my life. He's still coming to the show next Friday, though, hopefully with Rachel, and I might still be able to convince him to take me (with Skittles & Seth, of course) to the rave for Halloween. Either way, I hope shit works out for him and he doesn't just break again (get broken again) in a month or two, 'cause last Friday really showed me how fucking tore up he still was about his whole life. I'm kind of glad it's not my place to worry about him anymore, and only a little sad that I'm not really allowed to.
Tonight must be productive, and I really, really mean it.
I might get paid to see a counselor for the next year, which would be pretty opportune, if pointless. Seeing the flier today and talking to the secretary for fifteen minutes felt kind of timely, at least.
And I was not expecting this weird-ass Ben situation to end like it did, with me planning on being all contrite and concise and somehow still remaining a part of his life, but end it did, with him being all contrite and concise and not really planning on remaining a part of my life. He's still coming to the show next Friday, though, hopefully with Rachel, and I might still be able to convince him to take me (with Skittles & Seth, of course) to the rave for Halloween. Either way, I hope shit works out for him and he doesn't just break again (get broken again) in a month or two, 'cause last Friday really showed me how fucking tore up he still was about his whole life. I'm kind of glad it's not my place to worry about him anymore, and only a little sad that I'm not really allowed to.
Tonight must be productive, and I really, really mean it.