I think i'm going insane.
Maybe it's the vicodin tonight, i don't know. I did take more than usual...
Tonight, like everynight, I was talking to Craig, a close friend of mine from Devonshire, England. Normally I get his undivided attention, but tonight it was scattered. Maybe I didn't have as much patience as i normally do. Maybe he was pre-occupied with others more than usual. But, whatever it was, i was kinda hurt and oddly, jealous. I don't know. He was talking to Ann, and Sevy, and Curt..Paige, and Ken...and it was like i was last place. I don't know. I guess the vic makes me more sensitive.
I see Brett on Oct 20th. I'm flying to Mass in the afternoon, and getting there around midnight.
I'm in such a depressed mood.
I'm going to a party tomorrow that i really don't even have the heart to go to. Which really doesn't help matters tonight. I mean, it'll be nice to be there, but I don't want to stay for hours, and i know that's precisely what will happen. I'll be the designated driver, so guess who won't get buzzed, unlike my fellow party-goers. Sorry Mom.
My dad and i are pretty close now, which is a plus, considering how bad the summer was. He's gonna come up here sometime and we're gonna chill. He's pretty nervous about this week. I would be too, if I was in his shoes.
I don't want to be here. Not at all. I want to go home. Actually, i just want to get away. Take me away.
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