So. Hanging out with my two best friends from Winter Springs was bittersweet. I love those girls. But they're both in love. Jenni is living with Greg, and Morgan practically lives with Tony. The talk of fucking marriage came up while we were eating at Panera. It took everything I had to keep up my happy, carefree front. But in reality, to see the ( Read more... )

So. Here we go again. Just when I think it's done, I get another call.

So. Day after day, I try not to get my hopes up. And yet I fail miserably.

So. My dad needs to keep his comments to himself. My brother was making fun of his tattoo again, saying it was cursed. Well, it's true. I didn't really say much on the subject because I wasn't in the mood for his shit. But no, he turns around and says, "Well, I guess it just curses the people around me because Michael broke up with you." I was so ( Read more... )

So. I'm home. Woo. That's about it. Left thirty minutes too early. Lost my mom at one point. She said I drove too fast. Oh well. Slept the afternoon away because I only got four hours of sleep. Fajitas were delicious.

So. Even though I have nothing to stay for, I still don't want to leave Jax.

So. I feel like shit. Shouldn't've had so much liquor last night. Me and Deirdre got emotional because we're leaving. Alan joined in, but he wasn't drunk. The three of us just kinda laid together on my bed until we started falling asleep. Now I just have one more exam in an hour. And then I leave tomorrow morning.

So. Yeah, it's over. Pretty shitty. =[

So. Everything happens for a reason. I've said it a thousand times. And I still believe it. But just this once, I'd like to know the fucking reason. Because this shit just isn't fair. I don't want to deal with this right now, especially when my focus should be on finals. I'd really like to know who's fucking idea this was in the first place, ( Read more... )

So. Last night was a new experience. I've never gotten emotional while drunk. Until last night. The combination of the pills, a phone call, and the alcohol in my system was just perfect for me to start crying. I just couldn't help it. It all stems back to the phone call. He was depressed, which made me depressed. Then talk of moving to England came ( Read more... )