But I can't, so I'll sit here and be restless.
So, yeah. Jonathan called today. We talked for about 10 minutes. I guess I overreacted. But what do you expect? He went from calling me everyday to not calling me for about five days. There's something strange there. But I guess we're cool. I'm dying to call him right now to see if he wants to get together for a little bit. I've got two hours to kill before I have to pick up my brother. But now I'm too chicken shit to call him because I don't want him to think I'm all clingy now.
Because I called him last night. After I swore I wouldn't, I fucking called him. I gor drunk and brave... no, drunk and stupid and called him. He didn't answer, I didn't leave a message.
And now I want to see him and am being all 15 years old and afraid to call him. I fucked this guy and now I'm afraid to call him.
Damn me.
I guess I'll head down to the bar for a little bit. Nothing else to do.