I’m so tired, but the thought of going to sleep before my shift at the diner sends me into a panic. If I sleep, I’ll dream, and I can’t deal with that right now.
So this is what guilt feels like? Looks like I’m not the cold-hearted b***h I thought I was. I actually prefer the not caring as opposed to this. Now I feel like a meltdown is just around the corner if I, or anyone else, so much as breathes the wrong way.
That’s what happened last night with Quinn. I feel like an i***t for running out on him when he was trying to be nice. I don’t know why he’s wasting his time on someone like me as I’m sure he isn’t short of admirers. But I would be a liar if I didn’t confess I feel alive in his company. Something I have never felt before when in the company of another individual. I don’t know w
