I create entries in here while I am drunk and then I come back and see it and cannot, for the life of me, remember writing it.
I wrote something here last night, while I was with you. You must have been in the restroom. I dragged you out to be with me. Dragged you out-- doesn't that sound odd? As usual, we were having a good time and then we weren't. Enter my "craziness". I became the drunken crazy girl you so hate. But do you even wonder, why sometimes I get "crazy" and others I dont? It's you -- it's not me. You make me act this way. You must've said something to trigger me. It has to be, otherwise, why do I only act this way with you??
So you were very upset with me. It didn't stop you from sleeping with me though, did it? Your "anger" came when we woke up and you wanted to leave. You flew out of there so quick. And then you texted me that you didn't want to drink with me anymore and you couldn't put yourself in that situation anymore. And although just hours prior, you agreed to come with me to see Muse in March, you said you wouldn't go anymore. And then the big B word.
"As of today, we are officially on a BREAK."
Tomorrow I will be in Cancun. But i know that every cloud, every crashing sounds of waves, every starry sky and glowing moon will have your name and you face behind it.
7:43 p.m. - 2019-02-15
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