Am I hard of hearing? B/c I swear this is the 2nd time that either I have selective memory and hearing or that people have thought they told me differently about what the plans are, but either way, I'm sitting on a bench outside some apartment on the corner of dt, killing/buying time before I'm suppose to meet people, and I already feel so much of a retarded panda, tht I refuse to sms or call to clairify meeting time, esp when I wouldn't know anyone, and it feels more like I've invited myself when clearly it was he who called me to come out.
The longest run on sentence ever.
Now I have strangers talking to me. Wish I had pace. Or an aprt to hang out while I slowly bury my humilitation/awkwardness I feel deep inside.
Debating if I should feign ill and just go home. Pride deems that I stick it out and pretend I don't feel like a homeless friend.
Instead, perhaps I'll go find some homeless bums to hang out with.
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