That night.
Friday. For some reason or other this is everyone's favorite day of the week. For those of us who work for a living, its a welcome to your 30 minute lunch break weekend. I decided to be foolish and let a certain somebody know I had a crush. This person admittedly told me they're really into me and then some circumstances that are beyond anybody's control kicked off... This hurts just as much to write as it does to think. I'd rather drink gasoline and swallow a match. That burn would atleast hail in comparison... So this particular Friday I decide to go to his house. He made me dinner which was great, we stayed up til a little after midnight talking and just enjoying each other. Okay. Lets rewind so I can give you every pain staking detail so you can be like every other piece of garbage and judge me. I've been in a very committed relationship for about 14 years. Dated for 7 married for 7. Now before I really get too far into this I just want to put out this statement. I am an idiot. I know what it is I'm doing I don't have to justify my actions to you or anyone else but I figure since I dont want to keep putting it in my journal I'd put it on this..
