Sunday ended awfully with T. I feel like I had a good reason to be upset, but I also know I overreacted. I think I really hurt him. He left for his field op early monday morning, so our last conversation ended pretty badly and I won't get to talk to him until Friday. I feel pretty bad about it. I wonder if my craziness is going to push away one of the few things I love in this world.
I don't know what it is. Maybe it's because I'm tired, but I've just been relaxing and listening to "I Don't Wanna Know" by New Found Glory and I feel like a kid again. I keep getting little flashbacks of the best summer of my life. I forgot how much I missed that time.
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