He asked what I’m doing tonight, Friday, and I still dodged answering; I’m going to a friend’s house for dinner, a friend who may like me (but whom I don’t like), and I still feel like I can’t tell him. I told him I would be going to dinner with a group. I still want him to ask em to do something, and that’s pretty toxic.
Last night came back home with someone. I still miss Roommate.
