Just Another Blogg

she’s moving.

Now I’m just confused and torn as fuck.

I can’t do thisssss. I just can’t seem to make myself and everyone else happy at the same time.

It seems like it has to be one or the other…

FML.

So, I meant to tell her last weekend. But like i said, there was a bit of a complication.

So I told myself, “alright. At the After Prom party. I’ll get drunk as fuck and just say it so the rejection won’t be so bad”

I had thought out my worst case scenario and my best case scenario. 

Worst Case: She finds it totally weird and gets awkward and things between us are just never quite the same.

Best Case: She kisses me and we cuddle in the tent.

Both were wrong.

Keep In Mind I am Recounting Events That Took Place While I Was Severely Intoxicated. There May Be Gaps Between Events And Parts That Won’t Make Sense.

First of all, before I get into the story, I had finally told her I was bi before we went to the party and she took it really…weirdly? she seemed very upset that I hadn’t said anything before and then I accidentally let it slip that I liked someone. She wouldn’t stop bothering me about it and told me I had to tell her. I told her later when I’m drunk.

So later that night, we’re both drunk as fuck and she says  ”alright. You gotta tell me now” 
I made her guess for a bit. Then stalled a bit, then finally just said “it’s you.”

She didn’t really say anything. I made a joke about how oblivious she must be to not have noticed. And she really had no clue. She just thought I was really fucking nice. She said she didn’t understand how I could liked her.  

It seemed a little awkward at first, then I left the tent to go the bathroom. I came back, saw she was trying to sleep so went to talk to my friend about what just went down. She tells me to stay put and goes to talk to her. Now, I was drunk as fuck so i don’t know how much time passed; just about enough to yell at a few random people and have someone crawl out of the tent behind me and puke his guts out.

My friend comes back and tells me to just go back and talk to her right now. “NOW!” she yells. So I head back.

I stumble, trip a bit trying to get my shoes off, slump into the tent (she’s now sitting up) and start rambling drunkenly about the guy who puked behind me; fiddling with my drink and looking down the whole time.

Next thing I know, she’s kissing me. She put her hand on my neck, made me look up (and i’m so drunk and totally did not expect anything like this that I didn’t have the slightest clue what was happening. Honestly, I thought she was gonna make me look at her so she could reject me nicely) suddenly she’s kissing me.

Closed the tent.

The rest you can figure out.

Finally. Got. her<3