Last night Demi and I decided to trek to Fubar to see Fireworks. Great idea. Cigarettes in the graffiti bathroom, and good people. It was ideal, despite the fact "Bruce" was there. Eye contact, a few quick texts but nothing more connected us.
--It was "awakward." Fuck me.
I snuck glances in the colored light of the room, my ears ringing just wishing he was standing next to me. Butterflies. You know? Not just a few- a fucking swarm.
I hate this. Can't be with him, can't be without him. I didn't sleep at all last night, I feel like walking shit today.
Demi found bubble gum in the hallway today... "COME BACK"
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