Uninspired and growing tired
I am getting way too tired to really write anything discernable (I don't even know if that is how you spell the word, but frankly I don't really care either). So I did some STUPID shit tonight. My friend, who I love and have missed so, so much, is over from interstate. We hung out earlier in the night, but it really wasn't going anywhere. He had somewhere else to be, so did I and we parted ways agreeing we would catch up later. Later came. I rang. He wasn't busy. We went to find something to do. But as there isn't anything to do past midnight in this town, we ended up going to this look out that is great to just hang at and that is literally what we did, hung out. It was great. Everything I wanted from him at that moment. Everything that I had missed about he and I since he moved. We started to get tired. Started putting seats down in my car and decking out in the back. Before we knew it, hands were moving and we were play fighting. Then out of nowhere, we started kissing. This all would have been fine if he didn't have a girlfriend back home. Am I proud of this? HELL NO! Am I glad it happened? I don't know if I really have an answer to that. I might be if the circumstances were different. I do care that things may get a little awkward for us for a while, but I am more concerned with how much of a bitch I am. I should just accept the fact that I am going to hell, not passing go and sure as fuck not collecting $200.