smile.

These last "few" days haven't been the best.
[Although my weekend was absolutely amazing. But, by ''few'', I'm covering a much larger distance in terms of day span] I confessed my 'sin' to Dexter.

It took quite a while for me to do so, but I did it. My options were to hide it from him for as long as time permitted, or to be honest with him and myself, and I didn't take the easy route.

FUCK MY LIFE

It bothers me that even as your words hurt me, you continue to use the most condescending tone imaginable to 'put me into my place'. It wasn't an interrogation or an accusation, or anything besides a gauge of how much you really cared. Apparently, you care very little. Should I have expected otherwise, though? Maybe I mistook this friendship for something unrealistic. Maybe it was too much to expect someone to respond to you, or to be 'affectionate'. It was far too reaching to ask for understanding. Silly goose, I am.

Sudoku has taken over my life. Numbers swirl around in patterns when my lids close.

Today, I realized that after seeing Janelle Monae, Gym Class Heroes, and N.E.R.D over the course of my weekend, I'd have to walk through snow and negative temperatures to attend a representation of the sub-par DPS educational system. FML