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I'm so terribly sick and I miss Shannon so much. I haven't spent a routine weekend with her in almost a month, when I get to spend a weekend with her, it will be a month. :[
My toe is still swollen as shit but I'm not so sure if it's quite broken. Maybe a little fracture? I'll go to the doctor tomorrow.
I've been having wicked dreams about Shannon cheating on me or leaving me for someone else, or something awful along those lines. I wake up in tears, and my heart pounding a billion beats per second. It fucking sucks, but it's just gay insecurities that that motherfucker [insert name of awful ex here] that left me with a thousand insecurities and unanswered questions. I mean, I don't want him back. I would never even consider it. I'd laugh in his pathetic face. But failed relationships and drama makes me wonder...is it me? I'd certainly like to doubt it at this point. He hasn't made me weaker. He made me wiser, more careful, more cautious, and ten times more alert.
I saw some really nice apartments online last night, they were pretty great. I'll talk to Shannon about it today, I'll show her them, they're pretty good. So I can get started on a job, and get a head start on income, instead of waiting at the last minute, my mother's going to see if there's a possibility I can intern at her job now instead of in the summer. I could really go for a job right now. Whether it's minimum wage, or a good-paying job that only lets me work 10 hours a week, I'll be fine.
My toe is still swollen as shit but I'm not so sure if it's quite broken. Maybe a little fracture? I'll go to the doctor tomorrow.
I've been having wicked dreams about Shannon cheating on me or leaving me for someone else, or something awful along those lines. I wake up in tears, and my heart pounding a billion beats per second. It fucking sucks, but it's just gay insecurities that that motherfucker [insert name of awful ex here] that left me with a thousand insecurities and unanswered questions. I mean, I don't want him back. I would never even consider it. I'd laugh in his pathetic face. But failed relationships and drama makes me wonder...is it me? I'd certainly like to doubt it at this point. He hasn't made me weaker. He made me wiser, more careful, more cautious, and ten times more alert.
I saw some really nice apartments online last night, they were pretty great. I'll talk to Shannon about it today, I'll show her them, they're pretty good. So I can get started on a job, and get a head start on income, instead of waiting at the last minute, my mother's going to see if there's a possibility I can intern at her job now instead of in the summer. I could really go for a job right now. Whether it's minimum wage, or a good-paying job that only lets me work 10 hours a week, I'll be fine.