The solution: Lady Gaga is blasting {sorry roommates}. Earlier it was Miley Cyrus. I danced around the apartment for a while, shook out my hair...but I'm still bored. And I'm going crazy in here--in the apartment and in my own head.
But there's a bigger problem underneath my insanity. I text boy, he should text back. But he didn't, so now I have that awful, left-hanging feeling in the back of my head and wish I had never been brave enough to push send. Next time, I'd rather be safe than brave and sorry.
At least I have Lady Gaga and Miley to keep me company.
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There is nothing like an unanswered text to make time literally.stand.still. Been there. It sucks in ways words can barely describe.
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