And because I really am an jerk sometimes

These are the events:

Francis left. My boy is gone until Thursday. I can’t find my debit card. I cried to Candy, and I cannot seem to stop. I can’t stop eating candy, mostly because it’s cheap, and half because it’s just about time to go nuts.

And it’s beautiful outside. I wanna go buy myself an ice cream or some flowers, but I realize how pathetic that would really be, tear-streamed face and all trying to eat ice cream or doing something happy when I guess I really am not.

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