Friday, December 18, 2015

panto

Michael was supposed to come to Panto today. 
He came home from college yesterday, I think. He went drinking with his friend Tim, and came home tipsy. 
He couldn't make it to panto. 

I had been working my ass off for this show and I didn't even know I was going to be in it this month. All I wanted was him there. You all know he's my favorite person, non-negotiable, he comes first. But apparently alcohol and Tim are more important than seeing me in a show for the first time. He couldn't see midsummer because he had school, and I was beyond excited that he was coming. And when he texted me my entire mood just dropped. I was not at my best today. My performance wasn't spectacular. 

I just wish he thought ahead. I didn't cry, I couldn't cry, i had a show to do. But I wanted to. I still do. Now I'm home alone while Laura went off to hang out, which is alright. I just really don't want to be alone right now. 
I'll probably go to bed.