Ok, so last night I went out with some friends to a local club. Wild On is really cool I have to admit. There were some pretty hot guys there too. Of course it was drag night and there were some convincing and some not so convincing queens. Anyway, I've been thinking a lot about my roommate situation and I've been making it into something it's not. I know he's going to be around here and be a friend to me still and we hang out. He just needs to do this for him and I understand that now. I feel bad though. Since I had plans last night I really felt like I needed to be there for him, but for me too. He gave us the news about him wanting to move out and I lost my head. It looked like I was trying to ignore him but I promise I wasn't. I did need some time to myself to think things over, to make sense of them. Now that I'm fine with everything and am no longer worried about it, I'm fine. I'm good. I'm ready to except everything. If this will make him happy, it will make me happy. I wrote him a long e-mail. I regret talking to him that way. I should have talked to him face to face. I know that now.