Maybe I should hate you for this
I had a good day. Well, it was mostly good.
The morning sucked. And then I cheered up and spent from like...1-8 really happy. And then I went to the hurricane grill with my dad. the service was horrible and it was really messy (we got crab legs). And then just as we were about to leave, guess who we see. Jason.
God. I did not need that. At all. At first it just felt like a stabbing pain. And then I thought, okay, it just hurts, but i'm not going to cry. And then my dad starts talking about it. And I start crying.
I was doing good! I was doing really good. I was making steps in the right direction. I was cheering up! Now..
Ugh. I almost wish he was gone already. Or that i'd just fucking get over it.
The morning sucked. And then I cheered up and spent from like...1-8 really happy. And then I went to the hurricane grill with my dad. the service was horrible and it was really messy (we got crab legs). And then just as we were about to leave, guess who we see. Jason.
God. I did not need that. At all. At first it just felt like a stabbing pain. And then I thought, okay, it just hurts, but i'm not going to cry. And then my dad starts talking about it. And I start crying.
I was doing good! I was doing really good. I was making steps in the right direction. I was cheering up! Now..
Ugh. I almost wish he was gone already. Or that i'd just fucking get over it.