My weekend.

Friday was okay.
Saturday was miserable.
Sunday was okay.

Mostly, I find myself asking why it's impossible to actually have fun weekends anymore.
I realize it's because that's all in the past, whatever, I've got to move on from that.
I'm going to have tons more boring weekends. I sort of can't really expect anything better than that.
I miss having really good nights with really good people. Mostly just him.
I'm missing that feeling I had more and more each day. I need to fucking move on.
But I'm not sure I entirely want to.

Whatever.