On Friday, you told me not to go out without a plan. On Saturday, I said fuck off to those plans. On Sunday, we ended at a very strange place.
I think the universe is telling us something: always have an exit strategy.
What I also want to accomplish: wake up to less I just hate who I am sometimes days.
Night Out, Ernst Haas
Actually you know what was crazier was the conversation we had afterwards.
“Should we tell our parents? This is what they’ve been warning us about.”
“But. If we do, they’ll stop us from going out.”
“You’re right. Better not.”
I just don’t know anymore.
Two things: my survival instinct is to mirror whoever is closest to me (a variation of act normal) and for as long as I’ve lived in this city, that was a side of 4 AM that I’ve never seen (which is insane, I know.)