A bubbling Toilet
So here I am all alone for pretty much the entire building. I've made two scarves, worked on a possible blanket, cleaned some of the atrocious mess left in the kitchen, given a fish funeral, planned for eclair construction, excercised, missed people, cried over change, looked at silly pictures, ran away from the bubbling toilet (that's correct, the toilet is friggen bubbling like a hot springs), had silly conversations, missed a possibly good conversation, and was told i was loved and missed when maybe I shouldn't have been. I worry what hte future holds, especially for the next month. I am in a position that it so foreign to me. Where I know what I did was right, but has made the present full unto bursting with booby traps that each step could cause more pain. Can a friendship truly continue? What will happen when one of us moves on? He's already looking for a rebound hookup, I'm starting to get a small crush. What is to become of this mess? Not sure how I am going to survive the weeks after finals.