The rest of my night...

Was good(: After Chris left Jesa and I went to bed and I just turned to her and said, "Can I vomit my life?" and that's what we did until about 2 in the morning. We both laughed and cried and screamed and had anxiety attacks... It was wonderful. I think I just needed someone to listen.
++Durring our talk Bobby came up, of course. Then Jesa goes, "I have to tell you something..." Bobby showed up in her 5th period two Thursdays ago. She said he looked like the biggest douche bag. But, he came back... He. Came. Back. I started bawling my eyes out at the thought of his return. All I could think was, what if he came into Mr. Flavin's classroom? What the fuck would I have done? I have no idea... I'm just glad he didn't.