Pancakes and Boys and Always Falling Down.

So just a few updates:


1. The ex started talking to me again. On the same night that I looked at his page. I wonder what it means. 


2. I kissed the boy when he was high and I was sober. I need to stop doing this to myself. 


3. I handed in my essay today but I think I'm just going to disappoint myself when I get the marks back. I seem to be doing that quite frequently. 


4. Him: Man, I love dogs. They're the best things in the world. 
    Me: I know. 


I miss Spark. 


Lon and I had a pancake night last night. I cooked and she looked over my essay and it was fun and kind of nice. It's a curious thing, but I find myself wishing I could always be that happy. I fell over today, straight onto the concrete. 


I'm always falling down.