I don’t really need to chop wood I just need to get some of this pent up energy out.
Trying to release some of the anger towards Camry’s stupid a** ex with each swing.
Trying to sort out whatever it is I’m feeling for Camry.
Trying to get a hold on all the memories that keep surfacing.
It’s not working. I’ve been out here at least an hour, I have enough wood to last the rest of this winter and next.
Camry didn’t react at all the way I had expected her to this morning. I expected her to be p****d that I answered her phone, not to get down on her knees for me. I’m not her boyfriend I don’t have the right to do that but she seemed happy about it.
I almost wish she had been angry at me. It was so stupid of me to do. I’m sure the little prick is just going to run to Camrys mom and it
