I'm hoping that maybe the more I write it, and get it out of my system, the less it will continue to bother me. Thus far, it's not really working, but it's all I know to do.
I was for some reason out with a friend, Nicole. She's the one that I stayed with at Riv those three weeks, that was dating a guy from this area, and later moved here, then moved to Virginia, and then moved back and has since had a baby. We were on a bus, going somewhere in Charlotte together and she met this guy .. I got the feeling she was going specifically to meet up with him. The guy was an ass, and I vividly remember hip checking him when he came after me, but don't remember why he was after me. I walked off, telling her I was going home, and called Jason, and he wouldn't come and get me. I can't remember if he just wouldn't answer his phone, or answered but told me he couldn't come rescue me. But I woke up crying because of it.
I'm still crying because of it. I don't know if it's just PMS, or me feeling lonely, or stressed, or what, but it was not a good way to wake up.
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