“If this burger was a man, I’d fuck it.”

Tonight, we’re having people over because an old friend is here visiting. An old friend that flunked out during the first half of our first semester Freshman year. An old friend that puked all over my floor during her last visit when my room was right across from the bathroom. An old friend that brought a new friend here, with full knowledge that no one likes her. I’m just not in the mood. For anyone. For drinking. For anything.

On August 26th I broke up with my boyfriend of a year and half. Real nice of me, right? I don’t know. I still wonder if it was a mistake. Being back here, everything reminds me of him. And I continue to babble. It’s making me really hate it here. He’s been taking his sweet ass time giving me my records back. That he said he would gladly give to me. But suddenly doesn’t have the time to. Though I know that nothing he does could ever fix everything, it still makes me sad to think about. He was my best friend. Everything seems kind of empty. And I’m having trouble filling in the space…even though I am well aware that my plate is full.
It’s too strange to talk about him here…

I just want to go to bed. But there’s so much noise.
I just want to stay asleep. But there’s so much to be awake for.
I just want happiness. But there’s so much heartache.

My dance class is making my back hurt. I know it’s a good sign, but oh, how the process kills.

I apologize deeply for my lack of depth today.

Leigha.