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Monday, February 18.
Yesterday was a really good day for the most part. I couldn't complain... I went through my usual Monday schedule, a bit more tired than usual because I only slept for 5 hours the night before, but other than that, my day was going pretty well.
You see, the only thing getting me through the majority of last week, and the only thing that would've gotten me through this week was the fact that I was supposed to go to Berea on Friday and spend the weekend at the apartment with Max and I had plans to see Kristen and Jade. Well Max calls me last night and he's like, "Lauren I have bad news."
Umm. of course he does.
I knew what it was before he said it.
This weekend wasn't going to be able to work out for some reason or another.
What a surprise.
Does anything ever go according to plan for us?
No.
So needless to say, I was extremely upset when he told me he had work on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. And not like little four hour shifts... we're talking the 8-9 hour shifts when he'd have to go to bed early and get up early to be gone all day and come back in time to go back to sleep... leaving no time for us.
But yeah, I cried a lot. A lot. I blame it on PMS (I've been bloated for a week and my face looks like a battle field), so obviously I've been overreacting, but I miss Max SO much. And then just like... everything. I felt like everything had been ruined... my plans to see Max, Kristen, Jade, and everyone at the apartment... and my motivation to get me through the week. And next week. Blah.
I hate being away from everyone. I mean, I love my friends here, but I miss everyone at home so much.
Ugh, just when I was getting used to college, right?
Yesterday was a really good day for the most part. I couldn't complain... I went through my usual Monday schedule, a bit more tired than usual because I only slept for 5 hours the night before, but other than that, my day was going pretty well.
You see, the only thing getting me through the majority of last week, and the only thing that would've gotten me through this week was the fact that I was supposed to go to Berea on Friday and spend the weekend at the apartment with Max and I had plans to see Kristen and Jade. Well Max calls me last night and he's like, "Lauren I have bad news."
Umm. of course he does.
I knew what it was before he said it.
This weekend wasn't going to be able to work out for some reason or another.
What a surprise.
Does anything ever go according to plan for us?
No.
So needless to say, I was extremely upset when he told me he had work on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. And not like little four hour shifts... we're talking the 8-9 hour shifts when he'd have to go to bed early and get up early to be gone all day and come back in time to go back to sleep... leaving no time for us.
But yeah, I cried a lot. A lot. I blame it on PMS (I've been bloated for a week and my face looks like a battle field), so obviously I've been overreacting, but I miss Max SO much. And then just like... everything. I felt like everything had been ruined... my plans to see Max, Kristen, Jade, and everyone at the apartment... and my motivation to get me through the week. And next week. Blah.
I hate being away from everyone. I mean, I love my friends here, but I miss everyone at home so much.
Ugh, just when I was getting used to college, right?