Today, I woke up at 4:30 in the morning and my brother was awake. I asked if he had gone to sleep around 9 and woken up around 1 am like he had done a couple days before. He groaned that no he hadn't slept at all. That he'd just been up all night.
This is the current hilarious juxtaposition at my parents' house. Me waking up when my brother is going to sleep. It's only actually literally happened twice in the past near two weeks, but it's almost happened often.
I'm driving around listening to a lot of Lana Del Rey's Born to Die. When my girlfriend comes back from Europe, I'm going to be a great boyfriend. I was a bad one. I wasn't a nice guy. And I didn't know until I had this long break from her.
When you're in the weeds of a relationship sometimes you don't know what you have. It was only once I dropped her off at the airport and Lee and I was catching Lee up on what my gfs been up to that I was like, woah, my gf is actually wonderful!
Been eating my mom's cooking. Here, I haven't had to think about food, not different from not me not having to worry about the next breath.