jan 10 2010

I feel like i’m in mourning, but I mourn for myself. Once in a while someone will say something about me or do something that is something I used to do. It usually doesn’t hit me at the time, things like that usually don’t, even if there is something about it that bothers me at the time.

Drunk dialing, do you believe i’m crying over drunk dialing. someone i’ve known for ever commented on my cryptic post about it. She thought it had been me. I used to do that. but now even if i had the numbers, i’d be too scared that my ex-baby daddy would find out and i’d “get in trouble”


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s