A simple phone call would have been all it took but I couldn’t even muster that yesterday after work. I just wasn’t having it. I went to far as to work up the nerve to call you in the afternoon (it took me almost a week to get there) but I just couldn’t go through with it so I ditched out last minute – choosing instead to spend the night at home alone curled in the fetal position eating soup after doing yoga.
To be fair, concrete plans were never actually agreed upon, just implied. I feel better today but it’s early still and there are many wrenches to be thrown into the mix.
I can’t keep blowing this off.