The last 16 days have been ridiculous.
Lots of things happened.
Magical.
All I need to say in this post is.
I need to get out of here now.
And I will, in two days.
If only to forget how bad I am a fuck up.
And also, to distance myself from you.
For my own benefit.
I love you, but I think that's my downfall.
I just need to breathe for a month.
Do things totally different.
Come back with a new look on things.
If you love me, and want to say goodbye.
(This is directed at everyone), come to Charlie's on Thursday.
It's my going away hoorah.
I'm nervous.
I'm excited.
I'm terrified of whats to come.
Of what to expect when I get back.


THURSDAY AT CHARLIE'S!