Wake Up Exhausted

I have tried to write an entry three times today. This is the one.

The punch wound on my face is sore and is a clever juxtaposition of this whole situation. But, I haven't talked to "the boy" in three days and it has been good for my health.

Last night Cass dragged me out to a house party where the "other boy" happened to be as well. I didn't think it would be as awkward... as well.... it was. I planned to be friendly and nice, instead I avoided looking and speaking to him. He watched me the entire night. What does that mean?

I ended up drinking an entire bottle of wine and came close to passing out in the cab that Cass forced me to take home. But it was a good night and took my mind off of most things.

And it's terrible how I can go from listening to the newest most pretentious music to the latest catchy hit. Maneater? There goes my street cred. But I don't even care.

I'm ready for a fresh start. A new hit, life, boy, experience. A new outlook.