Fuckin' Dubya Bush
I'd like to state for the record that I fuckin' hate George W. Bush.
Right as Devin and I were starting this new relationship, he might be getting ripped away from me. We've been dealing with his readmittance stuff, and putting off our relationship until we found out what was going to happen. Then today, he walks into my dorm and hands Dalia and I a letter. A letter from the military reserves. He's being shipped overseas next fall.
This means that if he does get readmitted, he has to decide whether or not to stay for the next semester, knowing that he'll most likely never return to UF (he says if he does get shipped off, he'll probably just end up staying in the military).
We had been playing Mario Party, but I automatically lost any yearning to play. I left the room and came back to my room to keep myself from crying on the spot. When I re-entered the room, he gave me the most sad face I've ever seen from him. Broke my heart.
Dalia had something to tell me too... Turns out Kim asked Devin if he and I were together. He said: "It's up to Liz."
So I went to the gym with Dalia and Devin so that he could work out his frustrations. I went to the bikes and pounded out 11 miles lightning fast. As I was pedaling, to White Flag by Dido, I looked out through the window and saw him leaning against the wall watching Dalia playing basketball. Again, pedaled and kept myself from crying. After I was done, Dalia told me he'd gone home. So I just jogged back to Lakeside from the gym and went immediately to his room. I'm a nurturer... I wanted to be able to hug him and tell him that he'd get readmitted, and that maybe they would't need him afterall, but he wouldn't even look at me. He kept playing games on his computer and refused to talk to me about what he was going to do tomorrow (the day of reckoning as far as readmittance). This leads me to believe that he's just not going to come back regardless.
I got up, and told him I was going back to my place. He asked why, but didn't really object. So I left him alone, but the tears started falling as soon as I walked out of his doorway.
He just came in my room, hugged me and told me to not be sad. But it's really, really hard not to be.
Ok. Need to stop crying so that I can go out in the living room to spend time with him and michael and dalia.
Please... hugs, thoughts, anything would be appreciated at the moment. Reality just struck hard, and it's especially tough because I don't support the war he's going over to help complete. Or whatever they want to call it.
Dubya, I already disliked you. Now I hate you.
Right as Devin and I were starting this new relationship, he might be getting ripped away from me. We've been dealing with his readmittance stuff, and putting off our relationship until we found out what was going to happen. Then today, he walks into my dorm and hands Dalia and I a letter. A letter from the military reserves. He's being shipped overseas next fall.
This means that if he does get readmitted, he has to decide whether or not to stay for the next semester, knowing that he'll most likely never return to UF (he says if he does get shipped off, he'll probably just end up staying in the military).
We had been playing Mario Party, but I automatically lost any yearning to play. I left the room and came back to my room to keep myself from crying on the spot. When I re-entered the room, he gave me the most sad face I've ever seen from him. Broke my heart.
Dalia had something to tell me too... Turns out Kim asked Devin if he and I were together. He said: "It's up to Liz."
So I went to the gym with Dalia and Devin so that he could work out his frustrations. I went to the bikes and pounded out 11 miles lightning fast. As I was pedaling, to White Flag by Dido, I looked out through the window and saw him leaning against the wall watching Dalia playing basketball. Again, pedaled and kept myself from crying. After I was done, Dalia told me he'd gone home. So I just jogged back to Lakeside from the gym and went immediately to his room. I'm a nurturer... I wanted to be able to hug him and tell him that he'd get readmitted, and that maybe they would't need him afterall, but he wouldn't even look at me. He kept playing games on his computer and refused to talk to me about what he was going to do tomorrow (the day of reckoning as far as readmittance). This leads me to believe that he's just not going to come back regardless.
I got up, and told him I was going back to my place. He asked why, but didn't really object. So I left him alone, but the tears started falling as soon as I walked out of his doorway.
He just came in my room, hugged me and told me to not be sad. But it's really, really hard not to be.
Ok. Need to stop crying so that I can go out in the living room to spend time with him and michael and dalia.
Please... hugs, thoughts, anything would be appreciated at the moment. Reality just struck hard, and it's especially tough because I don't support the war he's going over to help complete. Or whatever they want to call it.
Dubya, I already disliked you. Now I hate you.