I fell asleep listening to Brent's record player again. This time, an all girl groups oldies compilation. It was great. Reminded me of when I was younger. It's all my grandma used to play for me. I wish music were still like that. Everything was so happy and upbeat.
I skipped out on another party last night. I don't want my friends to think that I'm a flake or that I'd rather hang out with other people. I'm just not ready to get back into the swing of that. Alcohol isn't going to make me feel any better. In fact, it'll probably make me feel even worse. So, I'm fine with just taking it easy. Drinking green tea and making faces and noises at raccoons climbing trees next to the porch. Listening to Brent sing while playing guitar and harmonica. Hearing all the plans Kyle has for more ink. Listening to old and new records. Lying down by 8. Missing more of Derek's drunken phone calls in the middle of the night. Not waking up until 10:45. Not getting up until 1. And now some PB&J.
Things will get better because I'm making them get better.
Formal closure would still be nice.
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