Once I was home I starred at my ceiling... For 3 hours. I couldn't think straight. The day was a blur of horrible events. But, at hour 2 and 52 minutes, I realized I hadn't called Jessi to let her know I was okay. I called her and she screamed at me about how worried she was until hour 3 began. Then I checked my texts to see she had sent me 37. It was nice to know at least one person cared. Then I saw it. That one text that had started this whole spiral. The one that I thought was from Jake, trying to be cute. Guess not. "Tree house." The number wasn't in my phone and I had almost everyone's number from Avid. Curiosity killed the cat, as they say, and I replied, "Who the hell are you???" Who was this person who, in one text, had ruined my life? I had some choice words for this person. And what was the deal with Dylan? What was the deal with Jake? What was the deal with Lydia? What was the deal with me? Why did I insist on putting my faith in those who would always be unfaithful? Isn't the definition of insanity doing the same thing again and again and expecting different results? Maybe none of their choices were crazy. Maybe mine were. Maybe I was crazy for actually thinking they cared. One thing was certain, I was crazy for caring.
There really was no explanation.
