Jan 11, 2005 22:56
I hate living alone.
I hate coming home to a house that's silent, and going to sleep in complete silence.
I hate this.
It's so lonely here, and I can't help but think about Chris's death, and what would have happened if he hadn't been killed that day. The weirdest things remind me of him. I was on break at work today jotting things down in a notepad that I wanted to get done, and the smell of the ink reminded me of the smell inside of the funeral home where Chris was laid out.
Being home alone, reminds me of all of the plans that we made for after graduation.
This semester, I believe is going to be the hardest yet. And not because I'm taking 18 credits, like before, but because two of my professors have outlined the class in a way that requires so much work, I don't even like thinking about it.
I'll detail more about that later, but I right now I need to get some sleep and come to terms with the fact that I won't be able to keep my good GPA by method of consistant procrastination like I have for the past year and a half.