woo college.
I should be doing a lot of things right now besides posting in my livejournal. Which is why I'm posting. I'm having so much trouble lately focusing on what I should be focusing on. I'm waiting until the last minute to get things done and now I have to run around everywhere and type a bunch of shit so hopefully I can get this scholarship to study abroad, because otherwise I am screwed because my parents don't want to pay for everything. Also, I have homework that I should be doing, that I should have been doing instead of waiting until tonight (which will probably become tomorrow morning) to do it all. I don't want to keep thinking about doing everything, but it keeps creeping into my head and I kick it away by not doing it. It's a bad way to deal with it, I know, but it's what I keep doing.
On top of that, my ex-boyfriend is starting to be annoying and pouty and overly paranoid. He won't listen, and every time we're in the same place, I find that the little things I overlooked grate on me now. I've found out from most of my friends that they never really took to him in the first place, and I feel better and better about my decision to break this off. But I feel like I'm getting no space here. None. He got drunk and kept grabbing my ass at prom (god, that sentence sounds great), then sat on the couch and stared at me for half the night. I can only take so much of that. Pretty soon I'm gonna get mean, and I don't want to get mean. I want some breathing room, that's all.
I did kind of forget how sometimes it's really awkward to be single. Really awkward sometimes. Maybe that's because we still don't know what we're doing.
Here's to secrets.
On top of that, my ex-boyfriend is starting to be annoying and pouty and overly paranoid. He won't listen, and every time we're in the same place, I find that the little things I overlooked grate on me now. I've found out from most of my friends that they never really took to him in the first place, and I feel better and better about my decision to break this off. But I feel like I'm getting no space here. None. He got drunk and kept grabbing my ass at prom (god, that sentence sounds great), then sat on the couch and stared at me for half the night. I can only take so much of that. Pretty soon I'm gonna get mean, and I don't want to get mean. I want some breathing room, that's all.
I did kind of forget how sometimes it's really awkward to be single. Really awkward sometimes. Maybe that's because we still don't know what we're doing.
Here's to secrets.