I should've known I'm not the only one. I didn't even consider it. It hurts a little.
I just spent two days with the other one. It was nice. Peaceful--like it was meant to be.
Yesterday I skipped class (for the third day in a row, today is the fourth), got my lip pierced, and tried to quit my job (I say tried, because even not showing up didn't make them fire me. I went back today.). I felt liberated.
I want to feel that way all the time.