1 Missed Call from: G-Unit 4:31 P.M.
TXT 9:19 - Hey I saw you called, I was at roller derby, left my phone in the car. What's up?
TXT 10:20 - I just wanted to tell you I am back from school and it would be cool if we could hang out sometime.
...I have yet to reply.
What the hell am I supposed to do? Yesterday my past decided just to fling itself at me. I got a drunk call from my first brush with love, who is in New Jersey now, and he said he misses my friendship and he would fly me out to visit him. I was....creeped out.
THEN later, in the afternoon, I get a phone call (I chose not to answer) and I texted him back later. He wants to hang out. Ugh. My second love, the one who causes What If's to haunt me, just wants to catch up.
Fuh. I thought I left you guys alone.
That texty bit happened when I was crazy high, so I was really deep and intellectual about it with my boyfriend. But that is a whole other blog post. TEASER: How I decided I need to be an English major and writer.
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