32. Maddy
32
MADDY
I was in a twisted version of Groundhog’s Day. I kept messing up.
Me: I messed up SO BAD last night.
I know I’m supposed to leave you alone for another day, but Max. MAX! I’m drowning here.
I’m hungover. I’m not really drowning. I did it to myself, but you weren’t there. Where were you?
Obviously I know where you were. But still, where were you? You’re my conscience. I can’t handle this silence. I’ve already gotten into so much trouble. If you’d been talking to me, I would’ve stayed home and hung out with you. Mom and Dad would’ve been fine with me having you over, and you wouldn’t have wanted to go, so I never would’ve gone. That makes this your fault in my head. I need you.
It’s not your fault. Obviously it’s mine.
Why are you not answering me?
Oh. Wait. I forgot to hit send.
Send.
Me: OH. LOLOL
Max: What
Max: The
Max: FUCK?
Me: I think I’m still drunk.