Correct me if I'm wrong.

Jul 31, 2008 22:13

So Natalie is in a bit of a predicament. Maybe it's the Vicodin mind-fucking me. Maybe it's the overbearing stress that I have from looking around my room and seeing all of the shit that I still have left to do. OR, maybe, JUST MAYBE, it's the fact that I haven't heard a WORD from my boyfriend since I had my surgery ( Read more... )

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t3stee August 1 2008, 10:03:27 UTC
It's the drugs. Same thing happened to me.

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iluvu_this_much August 1 2008, 16:56:56 UTC
nat calm down. its alright to have space, i mean yes it was your surgery but who knows? maybe his phone died, maybe he dropped it in a lake, maybe a hungry bear stole it and ate it? you know, endless possibilities...

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i_hear_bells August 1 2008, 20:05:25 UTC
You guys were both right. It was absolutely the drugs screwing with my thought process. I was totally fine like, an hour after I posted this. I had a fit of hysterical crying, and then I was back to being like, "Whatevs." Very strange...

P.S. I fucking miss you both a lot. I mean it. Thank you for responding. :o)

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skratty007 August 2 2008, 18:01:21 UTC
Phones are basically the bane of most relationships and this is a perfect example. Don't read into it too much, after all, he can't exactly plug it into a tree to charge either =P It'll be fine. I hope my swollen davy chipmunk is healing and gets better soon! haha... hehe... hoohoo.. ok I'M DONE

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