sometimes...people suck.
Guys are jerks. Not an unknown, right? Well, not all guys are jerks. I've known a bunch of good ones. But I've known some pretty jerky ones too. I hate when a good friend does something they told you that there was no way they'd do. It's wonderful. I can't go into detail because I don't know who could read this, but long story short, I lost a good amount of respect for him.
In other news, I went to my grandparent's house last night, in Harmony. It was really nice. I love it up there. The town may have fewer than 1000 people in it, but it's so peaceful and so wonderful. It's perfect, actually. We went for a walk this morning with the dogs, and it was so perfect, like something out of a Robert Frost poem, like the "Road Not Taken". That's my favorite poem. Robert Frost was an amazing poet. My favorite, actually. So it was a really good time. My mom came up too, so it was three generations of women together, me, my mom, and my grandmother. My grandfather was at work. He works at a sort of half-way house for children. They currently have I think 4 or 5 children with Autism, and he says he loves working with them. I may consider working there at some point.
So that's that. It was a good time. I miss Timmy so badly though. It's crazy, I just saw him last weekend, but it feels like it's been forever. It pretty much hurts. I need him to hold me, and I need to feel him next to me. He's too friggin' far away. We're meant to be together, definitely. I can't stand being away from him. I get to see him this weekend, but I'm so selfish about it. I want more than just a couple of days. I want to be able to see him every day. I probably sound obsessive, but when you find the person you're meant to be with, you'll understand.
It's just not easy. Nothing ever is.
In other news, I went to my grandparent's house last night, in Harmony. It was really nice. I love it up there. The town may have fewer than 1000 people in it, but it's so peaceful and so wonderful. It's perfect, actually. We went for a walk this morning with the dogs, and it was so perfect, like something out of a Robert Frost poem, like the "Road Not Taken". That's my favorite poem. Robert Frost was an amazing poet. My favorite, actually. So it was a really good time. My mom came up too, so it was three generations of women together, me, my mom, and my grandmother. My grandfather was at work. He works at a sort of half-way house for children. They currently have I think 4 or 5 children with Autism, and he says he loves working with them. I may consider working there at some point.
So that's that. It was a good time. I miss Timmy so badly though. It's crazy, I just saw him last weekend, but it feels like it's been forever. It pretty much hurts. I need him to hold me, and I need to feel him next to me. He's too friggin' far away. We're meant to be together, definitely. I can't stand being away from him. I get to see him this weekend, but I'm so selfish about it. I want more than just a couple of days. I want to be able to see him every day. I probably sound obsessive, but when you find the person you're meant to be with, you'll understand.
It's just not easy. Nothing ever is.