thirty three

Friday, June 10. 2016

00:26

I wanted to start this entry by writing "letting go" but what I am going to talk about will make no sense with the title. It should be called "the lack of letting go".

Here's the just of it.

I got back from my trip last night. My trip was great, except for one thing. If you have been reading my entries since day one you should know who Kale is. He is unhealthy. He is addicting. I agreed to see him one night. 

Worst. 

Mistake.

OF MY LIFE.

The fact that he said, "Don't worry, were not going to f**k" during the all nighter we pulled in his car/ various locations we drove to worried me. To skip the details that I do not want to explain, we cheated on our relationships. We both called it harmless fun but when our lives continued we both found it hard. And now here he is texting me, and I was the one (YES me this time) who said look, we can't be talking right now. For the sake of our relationships, we need to keep to ourselves. Why didn't I say that when he asked me to pull an all nighter with him for "old times sake". I already know I can never tell Jones. Heck, nobody will ever know.