So I’m home, settling into my room just like old times… when I realize that I forgot all of my underwear and socks at my (now) ex’s house.
First of all: only I am capable of doing such a thing.
Second of all: WHY?!
I didn’t cry all day, but I lost it when I had to text him to mail me my things. There’s a possibility I might go pick them up on Monday, but I’d rather not.
Time to sleep. I hope it is dark and dreamless.
