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as grown up as i often feel, i realize i still have a lot of growing up to do. its ok to not be perfect, and its ok to still make silly mistakes. as long as you learn from them, and don't allow the same errors to happen over and over. sometimes it's dumb when i feel the need to rationalize or justify my mistakes. excuse number 1: "its ok, now i know that was a bad idea" excuse number 2 "well technically it isn't _____ because ___" excuse number 3 "it was beyond my control" and excuse number 4 "well now i've learned something and won't make that mistake again". (if any of that made any sense..)
the boy called today. we are in contact every other day, which i suppose is good, but the imbetween time between emails or conversations still feels like an eternity to me. i feel as though i've been managing way better than i thought i would be able to occupy my time. though despite my great efforts, and constant "business" my mind still spends too much time worrying, obsessing , etc etc. about his absence.
he won't be back for 8 more days. and it's already been 9 days. it's just a never ending feeling of waiting for time to pass. luckily, i have to go to work and as boring as my job is, it passes time faster than if i were just sitting around at home. (i'll give my job that much). speaking of work. haha they are going to fall completly apart once i'm gone. it's slightly amusing. they have nobody who understands what the job is, and an extremely busy schedule full of workshops, employee visits, and office hours that will bombard them. i don't feel that bad.
until next time
ciao
the boy called today. we are in contact every other day, which i suppose is good, but the imbetween time between emails or conversations still feels like an eternity to me. i feel as though i've been managing way better than i thought i would be able to occupy my time. though despite my great efforts, and constant "business" my mind still spends too much time worrying, obsessing , etc etc. about his absence.
he won't be back for 8 more days. and it's already been 9 days. it's just a never ending feeling of waiting for time to pass. luckily, i have to go to work and as boring as my job is, it passes time faster than if i were just sitting around at home. (i'll give my job that much). speaking of work. haha they are going to fall completly apart once i'm gone. it's slightly amusing. they have nobody who understands what the job is, and an extremely busy schedule full of workshops, employee visits, and office hours that will bombard them. i don't feel that bad.
until next time
ciao