I'm sick of feeling this way.

Is crying every day healthy?

The party was super fun fun. Just me and friends and bowling and pizza, plus much much more. And of course, the game "Darling, if you love me" was funny and giggly and I touched...several crotches. And Dustin gave Tristan the faintest hicky.


...And then, as I watched with tired, clouded eyes, the room melted away into a blurry haze, the loud talking was decreased to a soft murmur, and nothing mattered...the only thing that was almost in focus was what was directly in front of me, that wonderful image, and I cried silently into the night...