One last week to play around and pretend feeling and acting like everyone else, like everything's fine, and to continue doing things the way I'm comfortable doing them is okay.
That ends today
I played sad songs, I got high
I made out with and fingered a cute girl at a party
I'm even typing this sad, reminiscent blog post
I'm drunk
Hopefully this cheat week will be enough for me to move on
Hopefully I won't come back to this
It all seems grim this night
But hopefully
Goodnight
