november 20th, 2015
dear marie,
i didn't see you last week or the week before.
i guess i'm sorry? i still don't like going if I'm being truthful, you're meant to make room feel better about it all but you make me feel worse in ways i didn't realise you could.
the concert was so good,
i got groped by someone but i think it was an accident
i punched a guy repeatedly in the back until he decided that making a moshpit would be dumb
i also pushed my way right to the front, I'll show you a picture maybe when i see you next.
i haven't seen cal or luke since i last saw you but that's only cause i'm avoiding you, i liked calum he actually made an effort to have a conversation, more than what i can say for some.
it's 5:something am and i can't sleep cause i feel sick so i had ibuprofen, you can't tell me off for having meds that interfere with my others cause i threw away the ones you prescribe, they make me feel awful and helpless and i would rather be in control of my own body thank you.
feeling : a bit gross, a bit cold
thoughts : how can i feel a bit less gross and a bit less cold
