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I move in 23 or so days...freaking out but not really cause it's going to be amazing. Packing is freaking me out. I have done five loads of laundry already and I still have a trunk full more to do. I've packed a trunk and a trunk-like suitcase full of clothing and I'm not done yet. Not to mention I have sorted through and am getting rid of a whole box of clothes and three boxes of shit I don't use. And yet I AM STILL NOT EVEN HALF PACKED! this totally sucks...kind of like when I move to Agnes only worse cause for some reason I knew I would be coming back even after I moved up there now I don't think so. After all the shit of the last like six months I definitely think I'm going to take some time and space from my parents once I move. On the brightside Microsoft Money says my budget will work :)
In other news...she is home and we are together. Nothing really changed other than the fact that I have no reason to freak out any more. I'm pretty sure that's her favorite part about our relationship that and I buy her Pita Pit frequently:)
I'm pretty much unsure of my job...like I like it some times but then other times I don't but on the plus side like two people that I work with that I couldn't stand either quit or were fired and the one other girl I used to have fights is actually nice now. Like we don't fight any more and we pretend to get along. weird.
I'm a little overwhelmed by school. I have my final for history on Saturday morning. I still have three projects and like 8 videos to watch for it but I do have today and tomorrow off so that will help tremendously.
And finally nice and confusing like always:
Maybe she was right. Maybe you weren't who I thought you were. Maybe I am replaceable just like she replaced him and even her. At this point I really don't know. What I do know is that I wish it weren't so. I wish that there was something I could do to make it right but really in the end I have tried...it's you that hasn't. It's not that we don't talk it's that you don't talk to me. One word, curt answers do not count. Even when I say what I think is right it doesn't matter cause you don't respond. So here I am you know that I would take a bullet for you, walk through fire, pretty much give up anything for you...now it's your turn. Do you actually care?
In other news...she is home and we are together. Nothing really changed other than the fact that I have no reason to freak out any more. I'm pretty sure that's her favorite part about our relationship that and I buy her Pita Pit frequently:)
I'm pretty much unsure of my job...like I like it some times but then other times I don't but on the plus side like two people that I work with that I couldn't stand either quit or were fired and the one other girl I used to have fights is actually nice now. Like we don't fight any more and we pretend to get along. weird.
I'm a little overwhelmed by school. I have my final for history on Saturday morning. I still have three projects and like 8 videos to watch for it but I do have today and tomorrow off so that will help tremendously.
And finally nice and confusing like always:
Maybe she was right. Maybe you weren't who I thought you were. Maybe I am replaceable just like she replaced him and even her. At this point I really don't know. What I do know is that I wish it weren't so. I wish that there was something I could do to make it right but really in the end I have tried...it's you that hasn't. It's not that we don't talk it's that you don't talk to me. One word, curt answers do not count. Even when I say what I think is right it doesn't matter cause you don't respond. So here I am you know that I would take a bullet for you, walk through fire, pretty much give up anything for you...now it's your turn. Do you actually care?