h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm sitting here waiting. I'm also in the mood to go out and dance and have a couple of overly expensive drinks. Kiss strangers and just dance. Of course there is no one to do this with. I'm on vacation and everyone is safely tucked in sleeping to ready themselves for working tomorrow. My timing as always is impeccable. I'm positive I'm the punch line of some cosmic joke. I'm not laughing.

I also have this strange idea that my ex boyfriend would be here waiting for me so that we could go out and just have fun. He's not because I screwed him over and he lives in another city. I think. No one has heard from him in about a year.

I hate waiting. I don't care if hate is a harsh word. I don't want to be positive. I don't want to waste my time anymore.

This is part of the slow decline closer to the edge. Intense rage. But by the time I'm done posting this I'll be fine. Maybe I just need to watch some mindless tv.

Right now there is only one person keeping me sane. Or sane as I'll ever be for now.

Otherwise I'd be out there by myself yelling and screaming and generally causing a ruckus that might get me into a bit of trouble.

Oh and by the way if you're reading this. Yes it's you. I adore you.