Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

I saw Bob again just now! He saw me coming and was like “Kelly!!!” and waved and I was like omg and waved back.

I got him to sign “slay your demons” and “screw you, I’m not afraid” which he liked.

His shirt was adorable, it was red plaid and had teddy bears along the chest and had a denim collar, and he’d painted his nails with the sharpies on his table.

I asked him about his chair!!! For whoever it was that asked me, he said it was good and he has to sand it and he’s gonna leave it at his parents place.

We chit chatted about the con and who he’d met and everything, and he said he was too nervous to meet Christopher Lloyd and George Takei which was adorable, and he had been catching up with Georgina Haig and talking to Sean McGuire???

Then he said something about being knackered, and was like “YOU KNOW WHAT KNACKERED MEANS? It means cutting a horse’s balls off, did you know that? So every time you say you’re knackered it’s the equivalent to saying someone has just cut your balls off, which I think it a bit extreme.” I was like ???? and then we talked about balls for a minute until he decided he wanted some foods and said bye and that he might see me later!

He was apparently getting food at three and was like “good thing its three o'clock!” and the volunteer with him was like “it’s not three?” because it was like 2:40 and he was like “IT’S THREE OKAY”. He was a poor, tired bean.