"What is up with your face??" "I dont know..."

Wooooooooooowwwwww.

Longest weekend ever.
Very good, but seriously exsausting.
Yesterday was insaine...especally since there wasnt exactly a break between yesterday and sunday.
My favorite part was the fact that I got hit by a taxi, because the guy was pissed that I wouldnt let him rip me off. Amazing. I get out to get him cash because he tells me he takes credit, only to then tell me that he doesnt. Then while im gone, he drives around the parking lot and ups my bill. So when i come back with 15 dollars, for the 13.80 that it was when i left. Its now 15.60. So he says "GREAT, who is going to pay this??" and Im like "Uhh, some other college kid that you dont rip off? Im not paying that got it?" He nodds his head and i go to get my bags out of the trunk which he just popped for me. So he obv. knows im still there. When I feel something slam into my shin and I realize he backed into me. I grab my bags and run around to the window with a "WTF" look on my face. And he speeds away.

Anyway, Im back. Feels kinda like I never left. I have to close my eyes and think in order to bring back any of the stuff that happened this weekend. Which in someways is a blessing compared to the last couple weeks.
I dont know how to organize it all. I try to by person, like only remember the events tied to the person im remembering, but its still hard. I havent really told anyone the full story of this weekend, I guess its just cause there is not a soul who would understand the full thing. Im not even sure I do.
I hate that stupid town, it makes me face so much of who I was, and be someone that I never really wanted to be.
But hey,
I survived.
Thats all I really wanted.

I love you all. And you are the reasons I came back.
<3