The Exorsist

SO Saturday night Mayra, Shani and I went to a party down the street and I got fuckin wasted. I mean it was like new years wasted. After a while we came back to the dorm and then my room mate's friends were here. So Long story short I made an ass of myself. And some guy called me a bitch. I threw up like the exorsist. I called Aaron to tell him that I loved him. I called Mario to tell him that I loved Aaron. ha ha.

I called Aaron the next day when i heard the story. He didnt call me back until 8 at night and he was being sooooo nice to me. And I was soooo happy. He was just being so fuckin sweet. and I told him all about the story you know? Well He has the right to know. The conversation was soooo nice. We even planned out how our future is going to go. We're getting married in June...but i'm not moving to Germany cause I gotta finish school, but I'm going to visit every so often.

Today...he was the same as the night before. He even called me when he was at lunch. He was being really sweet and goofy...I love him when he's that way. But then...like he was telling me that I probably cheated on him with Art (yeah right as if a hot guy like him would be interested in me). And how was I so sure that I hadn't fucked him. And that why would any guy give a girl a beer if he didnt want something out of it. And that why did I call him at 3 o clock in the morning to tell him that I loved him. As if I was guilty and trying to make up for it. And that I couldn't give him one thing that could clear my name because I was wasted and because I blacked out.

He kept on telling me how much I fucked up. And I felt like crap. I stayed quiet...and he ended up falling asleep. I started crying a little too late cause he was already asleep (hes been going to sleep on the phone with me lately, but I always find it troublesome to fall asleep). I hung up and now I'm here...