Here I am crying once again. Only this time it's a little bit inconvenient. I mean here I am crying again with George on top of me. Crying during sex is a very bad thing. But I'm sad, so I'm crying. And George is leaving the room now. I really can't blame him, but I really just need to cry.
Why did he choose tonight to say all of those wonderful things to me? All of those beautiful things that any girl would love to hear, George says to me when I'm drunk, and sad. Oh what a way to end a crappy day. I really just had to cry. The sex might have been a release, but I had to ruin it by crying. Now George and I will never be the same. I should have brought home "McSteamy." He wouldn't have said all of those wonderful things to me and make me cry. He would have just given me really good, really drunk, really inappropriate sex that I would have been able to forget about in the morning. But, no. I came home alone, and George said wonderful things to me. Here I am crying, once again.
I need to get out of Seattle. There's nothing left for me anymore. My friends are going to hate me after tonight, Derek has Addison, my mom has Alzheimer's, and my dad has a new family. I really need to get out Seattle. I think I'll go to Boston, I'm tired of the weather here in this god-forsaken rainy city. No, Boston's not right. New York? That would be the perfect way to move on from Derek. We'll just trade cities. Besides, after tonight, "McSteamy" owes me some really good, drunk sex.
I think I'm going to pack my bags and start my new life tonight. The sooner I get out of this town the better. I'm smothering here. I was literally so sad that I started crying AGAIN, and during sex. Things are that bad. A change will do me good.