One for the road.

Tonight maybe the anti-whatever of a few nights previous. I am sober, I am eating whole grain pasta, I am in my own wifebeater, the couch is empty. Frankie confessed his lust for me, hot bartender fell in conversation love with me. I feel like I won. I should win. I ultimately feel like a dirtbag that needs to be more honest. No real winning. Tomorrow I will be more honest over a cup of coffee.

Speaking of honesty.. you are bullshit. You pushed so many friends away. You're desperate and rude and it shows so blatantly obviously that I feel sorry for you. I hate feeling sorry for people. HATE it. Despise it. When you come back, I'll still love you.. but until then.. is it your heart that has been so large for the past 6+ months.. or rather your head?

I hope Sara had the best birthday ever. (I love you, Sara!)