Entry 15

Dear Future Me,



I got scared, alright?

I didn’t go back out to play like I know I should have.  I dunno.  Yesterday felt magical and wonderful.  I have new numbers in my phone with people who are texting me to come out and play.  But I feel like I can’t.  Yesterday didn’t feel real to me.  After like a month on my own, who am I to suddenly have friends.
The therapist dude will probably tell me to get over myself and make friends with people.
Like someone like myself can go and do that.  It took me years, literal years for me to get into Julie’s pants.  It isn’t as simple as abracadabra or some shit like that for me to be friends with Am-Bie and friends.
We both know that I’ve got some shit to work out.  It ain’t as bad as most peoples, but it still bad.  I mean, I’ve got that whole fucking therapy thing, remember?
I don’t know.  I want to go out, but I don’t want to, well…
I need to do something right now. I dunno what.  But I gotta do something.

Robin