i freaked out on saturday. i woke up hungover and like depressed and i kinda freaked out. i thought everyone hated me and i thought i was a bad friend and selfish and judgemental and insensitive, and impatient. i couldnt get over or around all these thought for at least 15 minutes. andrew said it's like having a bad trip, which it totally is. it sucked. i txted my friends to see if they hated me. and then they said yes. then they said no.
the rest of saturday was filled with substitutes sleep and andrew.
we went out to eat at moto.
it was fuckin good.
andrew got me presents.
it was great.
he was a perfect date.
today was toy fair and im really tired.
its 9:10 and im goin to bed.
bon nuit.
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