i am 25 years old. i got home past 11 p.m. on a friday night, after an arduous week at work. i had been open with my plan to catch a movie and grab dinner with a friend. a bookshop tour was incidental.
*…and i decided to delete the rest of this entry. i guess i just needed an outlet last night. things have not returned to normal but the words i said are not justified either. it will be better tomorrow. if it won’t then i’ll just repeat the sentence everyday until it happens.*