I think i'm hopeless. I actually smsed him. Was tossing and turning and trying to sleep. Couldn't get the Sherrill coincidence out of my head. So i msged him.
I know my feelings won't go away instantly. Maybe after countless nights of mj and alcohol to numb the pain, i'll be okay. How long this time? I dunno. All i know is.. I don't want his last memory of me to be this bad. And i don't wanna remember him like this also.
So i asked him if we could do this flight like how it was supposed to be when i changed for it. Sometimes i feel like the dumbest creature on Earth. Like.. how to when things are so bad and he has a.... friend(?) on board?
That's my problem you know. Hope is my problem. I hope too much. Hope for too much.
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