Vows…
I vowed to my self that I’d never regret my decision to split up with Millie. And I try not to, however that doesn’t prevent me rethinking about it.
I’m fearful that my decision will have cut me off from the people that I feel a lot for. These people have given me a new branch to my life here. It’s very hard to go back once you’ve had that.
But at the end of the day they are her friends, not mine. Although if I was at least accepted by her, they would probably become mine as well.
She sits two rows infront of me now, unknown to her. She didn’t reply to my text message last night, strange that one, sent that at 8pm, got the delivery report at 2am. Fscking Orange.
Oh well, we’ll find out how things are I guess today, failing that. Cast myself to the dark side? heh. I think I am already that, at least in her eyes.
Frances trip looms forward, the strange notion that getting blind drunk will help should be fun.
Adios for now,
Pete.