I want a new life. So badly.
I want someone to be my friend for the wrong reasons. He shouldn’t even entertain the idea, so part of me hopes he doesn’t. The other part just smacked the first part though.
I didn’t even know that was a real thing, but on further investigation I’d have to say that I really would like to go. I’m sort of stuck in a crap spot though, because my options are to go alone or to drag my boyfriend who has proven to be utterly miserable at movies he’s not interested in. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that again, because it’s not worth the mental and emotional stress. BUT it’s a Philly-weekend (and further, my “graduation” weekend) so I’d have to find a way to either sneak off for a few hours by myself to go to the Ritz to see it, or I can’t go. I feel like I sacrifice a lot sometimes in terms of not doing what I want on account of it being a Philly-weekend and hosting le bf, so maybe it would be best if I disappeared for a few hours. He could do the same if he so chose, right?




