pixie_punch

N and his ex-now-girlfriend are moving in together. You would think, I mean, we would look down, look at each other, start laughing and look away and he would smile with his big dumb mouth that is too big for his face. That was a month and a half ago. I knew that we could never be together. We both knew it. But I chose not to beleive it. What a mistake.

I don't know what I was thinking. All I know is that I screamed "Fuck You Spongebob" in the supermarket then drank myself into oblivion.

I am thankful for the handfull of times we spent together: holding hands, singing along with Wilco, dry-humping on the sidewalk, falling down stairs; we had fun being together. It could have really been great, I think.

I cannot beleive it's true. I don't want to.