i'm eating now in an effort to be sober enough to be coherent with my love when he calls. i'm trashed right now and trying to choke down a carrot, toast w/ skim cheese and basil, and a diet coke. ack. this is harder than it looks. dammit. i could be rolling with my two best friends right now, but no, i can't do that. the love of my life forbade that.
i fear that no matter what i say, i will still soundt trashed drunk. i hurt my ankle beyond reason doing whipits and running. gerr. i can't really elaborate on that one. dammital i walked home in agony. that must burn extra calories.... right?
i miss my love. i want him here. i don't want school to start so soon. i want to be back in his arms instead... i guess i'll just have to call as soon as i feel sober enough. i wish that would be sooner. it's hard to type right now. i'm afraid of how difficult it will be to speak. dammitall. efff.
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