Tonight I went to the bar. I saw a very familiar nose from across the room, realized it was an old friend, followed him, and then talked to him. I wasn’t nervous or anything. He didn’t recognize me at first, (which is probably good because I used to be fucking ugly) but then he was happy to see me. It was just really nice to look at him and remember how we used to hang out, and the things we used to do together. I miss how things were, and how much easier my life was when I was younger.
Too much drama went on tonight. I wasn’t in the middle of it, thank god, but close enough to it to effect me in a negative way. I need to eat, and then sleep.