You aren't the same person I fell in love with. I don't even know who you are. Some 18-year-old who thinks it's okay to go get drunk at your friend's house until four in the morning? AND THEN DRIVE HOME.
Whatever. Idiot.

I just want to know. If you were really so unhappy when you were with me, why did you stick around for almost three years? seems pretty senseless to me.

Anyway. In the world of Erica.

Still recovering. Emotionally, anyway. Doctors. Not fun. Two days out of school. Field trip to Walter's Art Museum on Wednesday. Thursday, Friday, school.

WEEKEND. Relatively uneventful.

Monday. Did nothing. Allie called for the first time in a week.
Tuesday. Counseling, work.
Wednesday. Allie came over. We ate McDonald's in my room and gushed like the girls we are.
Thursday. Thanksgiving; started at dad's. Drove to Grandmom's, drove home, mom picked me up. Went to Mom's. Obviously. Allie comes over. We pick up Jeremy and Roland and go see Twilight.
Fucking. Awesome. Movie.
Period.
Today. Relatively uneventful. Currently on the phone with Allie. Trying to figure out plans for the afternoon.