Anyway here we are...
These are the good ol' days...
Two weeks left until I go back to Mizzou. Two weeks left to see K. Mom still tries to make everything a living hell. And she's dong a fine job of it, too. She's making me work at Walgreens again, something I didn't think I'd have to go through ever again. She tells me that I can't see K unless everything meets this criteria she has set out. She wakes me up at 9 when I'm up till 5, not because I have something to do, but because she wants to tell me that she's bringing over the vacuum cleaner. I have 5 out of 52 weeks where I can come to St. Louis and not have anything to do, not have to worry about work, or school, or getting up. My mom makes it a point to make sure that for those 5 weeks, I have to worry about work, and school, and getting up early...
Thanks, Mom, for supporting me...
But there is an up side to everything... When I get a schedule from Wallgreens, I'll have to worry about working and getting up to do stuff, but I won't have to worry about hearing my mom bitch about one less thing, and sometimes that makes it all worth it...
Times with K are funny. There isn't anything wrong, besides my mom of course. Her family seems to like me, my family and friends seem to like her, there isn't anything I don't like about her, she says that there isn't anything she doesn't like about me, and yet... we are both cautious about how quickly our relationship has progressed. I think about her all the time, it blows when I can't be with her, and I've never had such a connection with anyone like this before. But there is something in the back of my mind asking whether this is too good to be true... and hers too.
My god, I better not fuck this up...
I can't wait to get back to Mizzou. I have a lot of working out, studying, and hanging out with friends to do. I think I'll actually have to start taking the bus to do things, but whatever...
I'm tired of worrying about things. I need to learn to take things as they are, worry about important things, like my college career, which dangles in the breeze...
BlackHeart
Two weeks left until I go back to Mizzou. Two weeks left to see K. Mom still tries to make everything a living hell. And she's dong a fine job of it, too. She's making me work at Walgreens again, something I didn't think I'd have to go through ever again. She tells me that I can't see K unless everything meets this criteria she has set out. She wakes me up at 9 when I'm up till 5, not because I have something to do, but because she wants to tell me that she's bringing over the vacuum cleaner. I have 5 out of 52 weeks where I can come to St. Louis and not have anything to do, not have to worry about work, or school, or getting up. My mom makes it a point to make sure that for those 5 weeks, I have to worry about work, and school, and getting up early...
Thanks, Mom, for supporting me...
But there is an up side to everything... When I get a schedule from Wallgreens, I'll have to worry about working and getting up to do stuff, but I won't have to worry about hearing my mom bitch about one less thing, and sometimes that makes it all worth it...
Times with K are funny. There isn't anything wrong, besides my mom of course. Her family seems to like me, my family and friends seem to like her, there isn't anything I don't like about her, she says that there isn't anything she doesn't like about me, and yet... we are both cautious about how quickly our relationship has progressed. I think about her all the time, it blows when I can't be with her, and I've never had such a connection with anyone like this before. But there is something in the back of my mind asking whether this is too good to be true... and hers too.
My god, I better not fuck this up...
I can't wait to get back to Mizzou. I have a lot of working out, studying, and hanging out with friends to do. I think I'll actually have to start taking the bus to do things, but whatever...
I'm tired of worrying about things. I need to learn to take things as they are, worry about important things, like my college career, which dangles in the breeze...
BlackHeart