It all falls apart
I can't believe last night went the way it did. The true broken wing syndrome has come back and I realize that I want to take care of her just as much as I did before. I can relate to her pain and it makes it so difficult to just sit idley by and not do anything to help her feel better. I don't know what to do to remedy the situation. I love cuddling with her, having her around me. She's comforting and I don't quite know why. Fuck.
In other news, I'm fucking retarded and can't count to 128, so I'm now 4 credits short of graduating and I have less than a week to remedy the situation. I hope I can pull my head out of the sand long enough to realize that I don't have any other choice but to simply pull myself together and kill myself with classes. So much for getting good grades in my last term of classes...
In other news, I'm fucking retarded and can't count to 128, so I'm now 4 credits short of graduating and I have less than a week to remedy the situation. I hope I can pull my head out of the sand long enough to realize that I don't have any other choice but to simply pull myself together and kill myself with classes. So much for getting good grades in my last term of classes...