And then I did something, or, was swept up in something, that I may or may not regret.
I don't know. I don't want to go into detail or specifics, because I can never be sure who reads this blog, but still. I have a splitting headache as well.
When things like this come up, my natural instinct is to usually pretend it's not happening, or run away/go into hiding for a while. All I can think about right now is how much I want to curl up in Alison's bed, and watch Balto with her forever and ever. Really.
And what I did isn't even that bad. It just isn't... right. I don't know. It's weighing on my mind so heavily right now, and it shouldn't be this much of an issue.
I love you guys though.