The Sky Is Falling

I was at blaisdell tonight. (However the hell you spell that dome looking thing’s name.) I cried there from about 10-11pm really hard. I’ve never found a better explanation or ever felt this lonely before. It’s the kind of pain where you feel so lonely and sad to the point where it physically hurts. I notice that this happens when I am either too happy and cannot believe it, or when I am too sad to believe.

I really liked tonight’s atmosphere- despite how shitty I was feeling. It felt like it was 5’o clock in the morning, the time where I used to sneak out when I was 5-6 years old to buy the breakfast sourdough at Jack in the Box. Oh, and you can’t forget the mozzarella cheese sticks.

No other words can best explain how I feel except

I don’t know.

I’m going to sleep it off with my dog. At least I know she won’t leave me. Just as long as long as the other person isn’t holding any yummy snack or human food.