One two three number of weeks I've been waiting for the expected y'know, after I took the pills. It wasn't my fault technically it broke in the process; blame physics I guess. But I was drunk too or high or both, to remember what happened. I just take precautions lol Irony of that now considering the ultimate is abstinence. haha that word has always been too long maybe that's why I don't remember it. Oh well, back to the bathroom where I left it. Eight nine ten minutes I've been counting with wild thoughts in my head. Damn, it's positive. I checked. This is my third test by the way. My life flashes before my eyes literally the events of that night the few memories I can savage because it was full of emptiness. What do I do? Should I tell him? Will he even do anything about it? Does he even still have my number or did he lose it with his phone for the hundredth time this month. Four...