Rough night

Almost at breaking point. I called SixtySix…twice. No answer. I think about calling the ex. Then I decide that if I did that, it might send the wrong message. I stop myself before dialling the last number. I step back, look at the situation and re-evaluate. It’s not that bad. I stop feeling the need to cry. I can go back in with my family. All I needed was a hug anyways. I decide to go to dad instead. He gives me the support I need and everything is better. Still not fixed, but better. Tomorrow is another day. I will go to the library to prepare for finals, class and then work. After work, I will go to a roof party at SixtySix and Darwin’s place.