It Just Gets Worse

I felt pretty bad when I woke up. The events of Saturday kept weighing heavily on my mind. I had another late night last night, so I was doubly tired. I got through the day reasonably ok, but as it wore on, I just wanted to get away.

I went straight home after school, and took a nice bath and hair-wash. I sort of hoped I might feel a bit better after it. I decided to put my make up back on, and devote the evening to remedying the situation with guy friend. I went round there at about 7:30pm, with the hope/intention of catching him on his way home from work. I waited around at his apartment for nearly 3 hours.

I sat on the floor, and looked at my phone. I suspected he wasn't in, but I kept hoping he would come home so we could talk. But the later it got, the more I realised that he was going to be even less in the right frame of mind to talk, and I decided to leave and try again tomorrow.

I didn't feel too bad when I got home, and FaceTimed my mum when she called.

If only I knew how much worse it would get tomorrow... :-(