This is really really really really really not ok. I’m more confused now then I’ve ever been in my life. Why did you have to come and be so fucking perfect and disassemble all my perfect plans. You’re amazing you really are, gah! but why?
“Oh don’t worry we’ll just go to dinner and a few drinks…will be back around 4pm.”
Well sweetheart, it’s fucking 10am the day after, and you’re not back. I don’t get what’s so hard about you informing me about what in the fuck is going on. This is going to be a fantastic day for me sitting here not having a clue as to where you are or what’s happened. I’m so sick of this shit. For this obnoxious and overwhelming anxiety I have because of you right now, fuck you very much. -_-
This is the first time this has ever happened to me. I have met someone that I feel like I’ve known forever, before we even speak we know what the other is going to say. It’s strange and wonderful and creepy all at the same time. His parents called me and thanked me for helping him by just being his friend…apparently his mood has lifted since we’ve started talking. I must say this is an extremley content feeling I feel honored that my insignificant friendship could actually help someone.
