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I believe my patience has just snapped. Screw everyone... I'm becoming a recluse till I leave. Nars... 2 more days and I'm free from all this Savannah bullshit. Bi-polar much? Well, I blame my mom for continuing to talk my head off about things she's already told me, trying to give me more things to do on top of the hundreds of things I already have to do, sitting upstairs typing for an hour while I was trying to read and randomly pausing to make pointless little comments to herself. I also blame myself for expecting to much. I guess I thought I knew people better which was a mistake on my part becase talking people up and expecting too much only inevitably leads to more disappointment. 2 days has become my mantra, tomorrow it will be one, and Friday I'll be carefully finishing the packing, picking up the truck, loading the truck and sleeping in my guest bedroom knowing in a few short hours it will all be over. I think the only thing I'll really regret is being so short with my dad over the last few days. I think the mental frustration has put a large road block on my already thinning kindness. Hopefully being around so much will help out a bit. I bought another book today. Tea was awesome... Kelly and Christine are the coolest kids ever for the record.
And in conclusion... Are you happy now you son of a bitch?
2 more days 2 more days 2 more days.
I believe my patience has just snapped. Screw everyone... I'm becoming a recluse till I leave. Nars... 2 more days and I'm free from all this Savannah bullshit. Bi-polar much? Well, I blame my mom for continuing to talk my head off about things she's already told me, trying to give me more things to do on top of the hundreds of things I already have to do, sitting upstairs typing for an hour while I was trying to read and randomly pausing to make pointless little comments to herself. I also blame myself for expecting to much. I guess I thought I knew people better which was a mistake on my part becase talking people up and expecting too much only inevitably leads to more disappointment. 2 days has become my mantra, tomorrow it will be one, and Friday I'll be carefully finishing the packing, picking up the truck, loading the truck and sleeping in my guest bedroom knowing in a few short hours it will all be over. I think the only thing I'll really regret is being so short with my dad over the last few days. I think the mental frustration has put a large road block on my already thinning kindness. Hopefully being around so much will help out a bit. I bought another book today. Tea was awesome... Kelly and Christine are the coolest kids ever for the record.
And in conclusion... Are you happy now you son of a bitch?
2 more days 2 more days 2 more days.