Terry called me last night so I could meet up with him to get all my shit he still had.
We wound up hanging out from like 9pm to 5:30am. Hit up some bars in Stanwood, stopped by a party for a moment, then headed back to Arlington to hang out at John and Dave's.
Drunkenness, music criticism, much talking, many tears and a lot more kisses.
But it's never going to work. We both know it. We're both way too deep in our own bullshit and too consumed with fighting our own demons to be able to give the other what they need in any capacity.
And just seeing him made me realize how pathetic and tragic my own life has become. Really. This binge-drinking and indiscriminate drug use needs to stop. Where the fuck am I going?
I feel like I'm going insane. I just want to fix us.
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