mary

so, sometimes you know when you are wrong. you know when your eyelids twitch and your throat falls into your uteris and you hug a pillow you are not particularly attached to.
you know that you fucked up when watching your cats eat your flipflops makes you want to either chug a 40 or scream "eat em, ok, im a bitch!"
the worst is when you know it shortly after the fact and you want to admit it and be forgiven, but the recipient of your lapse in judgement doest want to talk about it.
thats where i am tonight folks.
i just want to be able to say HEY you are one of my best friends and i like the way you go Heheh heh and chain smoke when youre excited, and i like the fact that you snore sometimes when youre not even sleeping, and i like when you pee in the sink so i can use the toilet, and i love that you just start spanking one of my cats in the middle of a deep thought.
anyways sometimes the best way to admit you did something wrong is to the world, cause theres no going back from that.
so here it is, in all its glorious shame: i overreacted to a good friends' indifference last night, just cause id had a bad day.
and no 40 and no amount of cigarettes is going to work any magic till i get a chance to tell him he was right.