Last week I felt like I was so out of place and that my words hold no weight.  I feel as inexperienced and as uncomfortable as a fish out of water (I am gasping for air). 

I had 4 drinks of liquid courage 

Last week someone told me that they could tell that I really liked a person that I had liked.  "You fell in love," were her exact words, I reckon.  Another said I was crazy over him.  I guess I was?  I don't really know.  I just know for certain he really meant a lot to me and he really inspired me as a person.  I suppose to others it would seem as if I'm an excitable teenager brimming with puppy love.  An inflatable crush just pricked and whooshed into the hot air when everything ended.  Nah I knew you were never going to stay in my life.  

But you really meant a lot to me. 

Today I revisited some bad memories.  Today I had cider.  Today I pointed my middle finger. 

Last week someone called me extreme. 

Last week someone described me as one of the coolest persons he'd ever met in awhile. 

I need to catch up on the sleep I missed out on from last week