Nov 30, 2004 08:55
Last night wasn't a very good night for me...It was strange.
Evan and I got in this big argument because I want to be with Ryan and not him, but I also don't want him dating this girl that I really don't like...But I suppose I should just let it go and let him do what he wants because it's not really my problem. So I told him that we couldn't talk or hang out anymore because it's causing way to many problems. It makes me sad because he's a really nice guy who makes a wonderful friend, but it's to hard.
I had a dream last night and it made me wake up in tears. I lived at home with my parents, but I had my own room in the basement( The one that is there now, but I had EVERYTHING-kinda like my own one room apartment thingy...) and Ryan got kicked out of his house, so my parents let him move in with us. And for some reason, Becky and Kristen lived upstairs in my room. Ryan at the time went to school and my parents said that if he didn't go to school just once, he was out. So we lived in my little apartment together for almost 3 months and one day I had to bring him to school because his car was broken and I got lost. So the school called and said he wasn't in school and my mom flipped out and said Ryan had to leave. So I called my Dad up crying and told him that if Ryan was leaving, so was I. So my dad helped us find an apartment and helped us pay for it without my mom knowing. When my mom found out she was really mad and she was yelling at me and I was yelling at her saying really hurtful things. Then Kristen ended up leaving for a week and when she came back, she got my apartment. But my dad was so supportive of me and Ryan that when my mom flipped out on us, he moved out too.
I don't really understand my dream...but oh well. Maybe i'll figure it out someday.
So I'm obviously home from school again. My ear isn't getting any better. My parents are thinking about taking me to an ear and eye doctor in Boston who is supposivly the "top" doctor in the U.S. So we'll see how that goes...I just want my ears to be good. I dream about being healthy all the time, and It just makes me cry that i'm not.
Yesterday Ryan wasn't supposed to come over. He was allowed to go to work and that was it...buuut around 3:30 he calls me up and he's like, I really miss you and I want to come over. I was like, no, you will get in trouble...but then he ended up coming over anyways and his dad found out, but as far as I know, he's not in trouble because he actually stayed home for that long without leaving. He was supposed to come over at noon. I think he's coming over at noon today instead but i'm not really sure. I really love that boy, a very very lot.
Gonna go back to bed...painkillers...ick. Night..Morning...whatever.