Glass half empty and full of tears.

This weekend has been a blur of good and bad. Lots of good times mixed with multiple awkward shitty moments. As I mentioned before I, again, had way to many moments of whispering after breaths. Did you catch any? I'm sorry we don't talk anymore. I hate that feeling most of all, that I feel like I can't talk to you. Almost a fate worse than death, really...

I don't even think the new shoes helped me to get through that job interview. I won't be surprised to find out that I didn't get it and I'll be back at square one of the whole life process. It would be just my luck (as in I don't have any).