Come Monday, my eyes were less bloodshot and my voice had somewhat gone back to normal, despite spending all weekend feeling like I had been run over by a car.I spent the weekend at Max's and didn't go back to the apartment the agency gave me, and even if I could, I wouldn't, I've made a fool out of myself too much to last me a lifetime to go crawling back there.The whole weekend, Max didn't ask what had happened, he stayed with me all weekend and we just sat and watched movies, while I sat there and felt sorry for myself, and stupid... so fucking stupid.Grayson had tried to get in contact with me, even going as far as to leave voicemails for me, which I deleted as soon as they came before I turned my phone off.It's money, and once again, I have to go to set and pretend I'm fine when in reality, I'm angry and pissed off with myself, for how foolish I felt by telling Grayson I loved him.I don't even know if I loved him, I don't even know how I felt about him, what I did know was Gr
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