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I just want one day, perferably a Friday, where I can leave school, walk home, and have nothing to do afterwards. And I want someone to be there when I get there and we go do something fun, but like I know they're going to be there, so its something I look foward to. I'm just sick of rushing and working and learning...and kind of feeling lonely.
Today I almost cried in class. It's a mixed media writing class and so you learn everything about every one in the class from these projects that we present. Something just stung me today as we were all workshopping and right before it was a real cry I scooted out of there. Only "in class" friends noticed, and they were all pretty sweet and discrete about the whole thing.
I guess I was suppose to fast today.
I talked to Matt today and it made me want to die. It was a fine conversation, but usually when he calls or I walk by the shop our conversations make me feel hopeful or content or at peace, just a postivie everything is going to be okay feeling. And it wasn't even the contnt of our discussion, but I just wanted to die. I started thinking like a psycho ex girl friend and how it had to be him and me forever. It was werid, I don't know why I started to feel that way. But to add insult to injury I went home and watched the Sex and the City episode where Big tells Carrie he's engaged to Natasha. When things are good for Carrie Bradshaw they are very, very good but when they are bad they are awful. Likewise for me.
I can't wait to drive out of Ypsi Saturday morning.
Today I almost cried in class. It's a mixed media writing class and so you learn everything about every one in the class from these projects that we present. Something just stung me today as we were all workshopping and right before it was a real cry I scooted out of there. Only "in class" friends noticed, and they were all pretty sweet and discrete about the whole thing.
I guess I was suppose to fast today.
I talked to Matt today and it made me want to die. It was a fine conversation, but usually when he calls or I walk by the shop our conversations make me feel hopeful or content or at peace, just a postivie everything is going to be okay feeling. And it wasn't even the contnt of our discussion, but I just wanted to die. I started thinking like a psycho ex girl friend and how it had to be him and me forever. It was werid, I don't know why I started to feel that way. But to add insult to injury I went home and watched the Sex and the City episode where Big tells Carrie he's engaged to Natasha. When things are good for Carrie Bradshaw they are very, very good but when they are bad they are awful. Likewise for me.
I can't wait to drive out of Ypsi Saturday morning.