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back from the dead after a few weeks, here’s the recap (open wide lol)
i’m seeing my chem in a few days (four days to be exact), "excited" is a massive understatement- honestly, i didn’t even realize how much i loved them until right now, i still can't believe i'm seeing them live anyway. i'm going with my dad, so i’m just praying and crossing my fingers he stays cool. hopefully he doesn't use the car ride to smother me with weird questions or talk shit about my mom
emotionally, things are looking up. compared to how i was running in circles last month, i’m actually kind of proud of myself- sure, the sadness still hits sometimes, but you can’t pass it without actually going through it, right? (i try to tell myself that when i’m feeling hopeful)
my friends invited me to a pool party and (thank god) they didn't invite my ex. last time we were in the same room was at a birthday party where he decided to get wasted quick and lock himself in the bathroom to cry about me in front of everyone.
it was just so uncomfortable. it's not even the first time he's pulled that move, so everyone kind of knew his "strategy" by now?? his friends just called him an uber and sent him home.
and before anyone points fingers at me, i didn't do anything. we’ve been over for almost a year becausw he kept getting more toxic month after month. he didn't care when i was grieving and he used to be weird about my old addiction. he just wasn't good for me, so i finally did something for myself and ended it.
he still tries to get my attention, but i’m really disgusted by it all that i spent the rest of that party watching old fuse interviews on my phone until he left. interviews are the best by the way, love those
anyway, i'm also heading to some kind of emo convention? emo con? does that exist? apparently, yes, because i’m going to one- i’m a bit of a regular at this one (sue me suee me for loving spending money), but i’m dragging my not-so-emo friend along this time.
she wants to change her style and likes mine (even thoughh i’m not even cool-looking, just a regular guy who talks about bands way too much). i also promised my friend from texas (hope you guys are surviving that snowstorm)that i’d buy him some twenty one pilots stuff.
so yeah, i’m going to be broke eventually- i’m mostly going for the local bands, it’s usually just a bunch of weird-looking old guys, but it’s fun to bob your head to the covers. i also want to find a new patrick photocard to bring to the my chem show. that’d be super cool, right? (i’ll post it here or maybe twitter, idk)
i feel like i’m writing too much. mayb i just kept it all in for too long- whatever. i’ll probably be back here on sunday.
to be continued,
mr. graveyard (gabe)
i’m seeing my chem in a few days (four days to be exact), "excited" is a massive understatement- honestly, i didn’t even realize how much i loved them until right now, i still can't believe i'm seeing them live anyway. i'm going with my dad, so i’m just praying and crossing my fingers he stays cool. hopefully he doesn't use the car ride to smother me with weird questions or talk shit about my mom
emotionally, things are looking up. compared to how i was running in circles last month, i’m actually kind of proud of myself- sure, the sadness still hits sometimes, but you can’t pass it without actually going through it, right? (i try to tell myself that when i’m feeling hopeful)
my friends invited me to a pool party and (thank god) they didn't invite my ex. last time we were in the same room was at a birthday party where he decided to get wasted quick and lock himself in the bathroom to cry about me in front of everyone.
it was just so uncomfortable. it's not even the first time he's pulled that move, so everyone kind of knew his "strategy" by now?? his friends just called him an uber and sent him home.
and before anyone points fingers at me, i didn't do anything. we’ve been over for almost a year becausw he kept getting more toxic month after month. he didn't care when i was grieving and he used to be weird about my old addiction. he just wasn't good for me, so i finally did something for myself and ended it.
he still tries to get my attention, but i’m really disgusted by it all that i spent the rest of that party watching old fuse interviews on my phone until he left. interviews are the best by the way, love those
anyway, i'm also heading to some kind of emo convention? emo con? does that exist? apparently, yes, because i’m going to one- i’m a bit of a regular at this one (sue me suee me for loving spending money), but i’m dragging my not-so-emo friend along this time.
she wants to change her style and likes mine (even thoughh i’m not even cool-looking, just a regular guy who talks about bands way too much). i also promised my friend from texas (hope you guys are surviving that snowstorm)that i’d buy him some twenty one pilots stuff.
so yeah, i’m going to be broke eventually- i’m mostly going for the local bands, it’s usually just a bunch of weird-looking old guys, but it’s fun to bob your head to the covers. i also want to find a new patrick photocard to bring to the my chem show. that’d be super cool, right? (i’ll post it here or maybe twitter, idk)
i feel like i’m writing too much. mayb i just kept it all in for too long- whatever. i’ll probably be back here on sunday.
to be continued,
mr. graveyard (gabe)
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