Yeah. I feel lonely at times. It just hits me and sends me catapulting into a very deep, very dark hole of sadness and self-pity. And then I have to climb all the way back up again. But I should be smiling, like the usual me, right? Sorry. I'll do my best.
I thought of calling him and pretending to be drunk so that what I say won't be too hard to tell. In vino veritas, after all. But then I'm a coward. So I didn't call him after all.
Mom's gone to fuck around with her bf for the night and A is at a sleepover. I miss sleepovers, they're so much fun. So I guess I'll go drown my sorrow somewhere for once. I don't usually drink, mostly because I tend to get killed by my mom - she can smell booze from a mile, even when a packet of chewing gums is covering the smell. I wonder how she does it. Anyway, I'll be on my way. Maybe I really will make a drunk call to D. Would be awkward. But I miss his voice.
/P.
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