1. Crying on a sidewalk in Montreal
I may have been at a house party.
I may have had some watermelon sangria.
I may have made 3 bad choices altogether this night.
2. Writing her a really bad poem. The worst.
What is wrong with me?!
Anyways, it was cathartic and she probably thinks I'm a lunatic now. High-five self.
3. Actually there isn't a #3
But I am left with the present I got her in Montreal which sadly is too specific to give to anyone else. Plus, if I give it to someone I will have to see it. And then I will want to claw my eyes out. Also it's tiny. Because she was small and I don't even know anyone else that small.