May 25, 2007
A little beer is fine, I told myself. Losing track I had finished the whole 6 pack alone listening to music again. I laid down and woke up again, anxious and nauseated, lonely. Called my mom and broke down. Said I was wrong for misreading all the signs not listening to him because he'd make a good friend. I went to Taco Bell. I went back to bed, couldn't sleep. Got up again at 4, an old fraternity brother was online. "Give it some more time, Staring." I explained why I was ready now, but he stopped responding. Love stinks.