Monday
an emotional episode
It has been one of then most emotional week. Having PMS really can drive a girl insane. As much as a tough one I consider myself, I fall down to my knees when time of the month makes its debut.
It started off with Wednesday – driving back from work, I started listening to The Perishers – Nothing Like You And I. Like a movie, the scene of you and me began playing. Like a little slideshow: it started with us meeting and kissing in front of that fateful valet, and the time I picked you up from Hilton, and every airport scene we had to say goodbye. It wasn’t perfect, every fight that we went through seems to be running in my head, the moment you slammed your laptop, the time you checked through my receipts, and me being on top of you – telling you its all going to be alright. I felt a huge lump in my throat – I started bailing out my tears like a 3 year old. I miss you.
Then at night, you called. I couldn’t speak. I cried the whole time.
The next few days, I went to an emotional turmoil. The more you asked me to move with you, the more I cried. I rationalized everything and nothing. None of it was right.
I got angry at her for fucking things up with my brother. I don’t often do that.
The week’s over. THANK GOD! I am wearing the same outfit as my devil’s advocate. Cant wait to meet him after work.
It started off with Wednesday – driving back from work, I started listening to The Perishers – Nothing Like You And I. Like a movie, the scene of you and me began playing. Like a little slideshow: it started with us meeting and kissing in front of that fateful valet, and the time I picked you up from Hilton, and every airport scene we had to say goodbye. It wasn’t perfect, every fight that we went through seems to be running in my head, the moment you slammed your laptop, the time you checked through my receipts, and me being on top of you – telling you its all going to be alright. I felt a huge lump in my throat – I started bailing out my tears like a 3 year old. I miss you.Then at night, you called. I couldn’t speak. I cried the whole time.
The next few days, I went to an emotional turmoil. The more you asked me to move with you, the more I cried. I rationalized everything and nothing. None of it was right.
I got angry at her for fucking things up with my brother. I don’t often do that.
The week’s over. THANK GOD! I am wearing the same outfit as my devil’s advocate. Cant wait to meet him after work.
xoxo
Rollo Tomassi
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