Mostly, I’m feeling bitter about the whole thing. While I respect her feelings and so-on, it doesn’t really make me feel any better. I feel less like her friend and more just friendly towards her. My pull-up bar is making me feel good, though.
Yesterday the cashier at the sandwich place I went to with Ajay said I looked like Dawson from Dawson’s Creek. I took it as a compliment, but my brain hasn’t adjusted, so I didn’t think to ask her to come and see the midnight showing of The Godfather at the Egyptian.
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