Holiday weekends depress me.
With my defenses low, Noire appeared last night; i knew she would at some point, as she had been sending occasional texts over the last few weeks reminding me that she was broken hearted. As she sat in my living room, she told me that she came over to see if i would make out with her. Typical of her motives, she made it seem like it would be no big deal, hooking up, but i am an adult and no matter what she says i knew to engage was not right.
Nothing's been right for two years. i feel like an impostor in this world, wish i could resign. This mistake wouldn't add anymore, or less, to that.
