I was procrastinating, like I do..and then he started talking to me.
And I'm no longer procrastinating..but trying to figure out why the hell he started talking to me, out of the blue, about problems he's having with his girlfriend. All the while, ignoring the fact that we haven't talked for a while, with no reason, AND dodging the question of why.
All I have to say is, Kathryn, I'm glad you're getting MARRIED and don't have to deal with this anymore.
And now, "Slowly Falling" which just won an OSCAR!!! I don't know what this song means, compeltely, but I know that somehow, it has an effect on me...when I figure it out, I'll letcha know.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I feel like I just got hit by a Mack Truck.
I have a Corporate Finance test tomorrow...and I'm not ready for it, but I wasn't ready to read that the guy I liked was dating his ex-girlfriend again.
I hate this.
I hate the fact that I cannot just ignore this until it doesn't matter yet.
And I felt it, and I knew it was coming, but I wasn't ready for it.
I'm supposed to go home, and I don't even want to anymore. I just don't want to be there. I don't know where I want to be now.
I thought I had had a release wtih the last post, I thought I was going to feel so much better that it wouldn't matter. Now, there's something else bothering me, and I honestly can't figure it out anymore. And that's scary. Shouldn't I be able to know what's going on with me?
I have a Corporate Finance test tomorrow...and I'm not ready for it, but I wasn't ready to read that the guy I liked was dating his ex-girlfriend again.
I hate this.
I hate the fact that I cannot just ignore this until it doesn't matter yet.
And I felt it, and I knew it was coming, but I wasn't ready for it.
I'm supposed to go home, and I don't even want to anymore. I just don't want to be there. I don't know where I want to be now.
I thought I had had a release wtih the last post, I thought I was going to feel so much better that it wouldn't matter. Now, there's something else bothering me, and I honestly can't figure it out anymore. And that's scary. Shouldn't I be able to know what's going on with me?
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