This weekend. I still don't really know what to think about it all.
Except that trick-or-treating pretty much sucked.
And I definitely hate when alcohol consumption leads throwing up.
And that I'm definitely not planning on drinking for a while.
That I now have an ugly bruise from the inflammation on my knee.
That I hate arguing with her.
That I wish I didn't feel so scared.
That I'm going to miss my cousin, Paolo, when he goes back home.
That we need to take a road trip to Irvine.
That shit's just fucking been happening lately.
And I'm saddened by the decision made.
I hope you know that I am here for you. And you'll be okay.
mkp.
