29 Jun

Not really, but kinda.

I am waiting for a phone call that isn’t on its way. I am wishing it will come despite my little sister’s insight, “Uh, you don’t hang out with poopheads.”

I want to play the weak card and I want to call. I want to say, “Look, we are both royally fucking this up. Let’s do something about it, even if it is ending it all, no hard feelings.”

Nevermind, adult conversations are for boys who call.

I kinda hope I see him at kickball on Tuesday. I hope he comes.


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