T called me on saturday out of the fucking blue... he wanted to hang out & stuff or whatever, so i told him yes, of course, but i was going to the movies with V, first, so i didn't get to his house til like midnight. we each had an e and we started watching a movie, and once it hit us, forget it, we were all over eachother. It was pretty awesome, i missed him. I missed kissing him, or, anyone for that matter, but it felt good. It's so weird though when you're on e you say the most incriminating things. I don't know. right now i'm thinking about shit i told him and i regret it a bit. But i'm sure he regrets some stuff too. He told me about his problems with his dad and everything, it was a really touchy subject for him. He was shaking while he talked about it. I guess i won't say it on here. maybe another time. But i guess you also say a bunch of crazy shit you don't really mean, too, and that you just feel in the moment, like he kept telling me he loved me and stuff. i knew he didn't mean it but it creeped me out a bit. The only other time a guy told me he loved me was when we were fooling around on my couch and he was trying to get me to have sex with him. anyway it hurt.