Haunted
So. I got a migraine on Saturday. About 5 mins after I got to work. That sucked. Ass. I had to take my Midrin and call my dad to come get me. He wasn't too happy as he had just dropped me off. Was probably at home already in bed again. I took all day yesterday recovering. I got sick once. Which is an improvement from two weeks ago when I got sick three times. Yes, I had a migraine two weeks ago. It's kind of funny, because I haven't had a migraine in a little over a year. Yeah... Seems they wanted to come back. And make up for their absence to boot. Ick.
Schedule for school's wonky for the next two weeks. Periods this week go like this: Period x, break, period x, period y, lunch, period y. Yeah, that sucks balls. And next week, we only have two days of school. Which is good. Except those days are Wednesday and Thursday. Retarded...
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Seriously, why? She wrote a poem. It sounds like she's lonely as hell and even more miserable. But, from what I can tell, it's not because of what happened between us. Don't know what it's about but.... I hate knowing she's in pain. I want to just hold her and tell her it's alright. That she can cry. Because it seems like she needs to. But. Well. We've been over this. So there's no point going over it again. Maybe if I stopped reading her poetry on the website and her journal, I can stop. *laughs cynically* Nope. Because even before we started talking again, I didn't read her journal or her writing. And still I thought about her. *sighs* I miss my seestar... Ah. Lookit that. Seestar. I haven't used that word in so long. And I won't ever use it for anyone else. Amburger... Gods, I hated that name. She said it because she knew it made me bristle. It seems like so long ago and yet... like it was just yesterday. Damnit! I want to let her go. Just let go. But it ain't happening. I wonder, if she knew about this, if she would be satisfied in some way. That she was a, for lack of a better word, thorn in my heart. Deeply wedged. But she's not a thorn either. I dunno what to compare it to. *shrug* Oh well. I'll get over it. Eventually. Hopefully.
Schedule for school's wonky for the next two weeks. Periods this week go like this: Period x, break, period x, period y, lunch, period y. Yeah, that sucks balls. And next week, we only have two days of school. Which is good. Except those days are Wednesday and Thursday. Retarded...
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Seriously, why? She wrote a poem. It sounds like she's lonely as hell and even more miserable. But, from what I can tell, it's not because of what happened between us. Don't know what it's about but.... I hate knowing she's in pain. I want to just hold her and tell her it's alright. That she can cry. Because it seems like she needs to. But. Well. We've been over this. So there's no point going over it again. Maybe if I stopped reading her poetry on the website and her journal, I can stop. *laughs cynically* Nope. Because even before we started talking again, I didn't read her journal or her writing. And still I thought about her. *sighs* I miss my seestar... Ah. Lookit that. Seestar. I haven't used that word in so long. And I won't ever use it for anyone else. Amburger... Gods, I hated that name. She said it because she knew it made me bristle. It seems like so long ago and yet... like it was just yesterday. Damnit! I want to let her go. Just let go. But it ain't happening. I wonder, if she knew about this, if she would be satisfied in some way. That she was a, for lack of a better word, thorn in my heart. Deeply wedged. But she's not a thorn either. I dunno what to compare it to. *shrug* Oh well. I'll get over it. Eventually. Hopefully.