The Successor
Well...things suck even worse.
Me and Nicki are not on the best of terms right now. We got into an argument about stuff, and before we could really make up, her Dad kind of forced her to leave.
And I know all you guys have just been waiting for that to happen.
And I have two days to think about how I proved her wrong, and yet I was still wrong for showing her what is going on. I have nothing to show for it. I feel sick. There's not really anyone I can really talk to about it anymore.
In some ways, it feels like I've lost everything.
She just called me and basically said it's not really my fault, but she had to leave after like, twenty seconds.
I feel lonelier than God.
Tomorrow, I'll be at Northwood from 9AM-maybe 5PM. Then, I'll be doing the project for Franz that was meant to be a group project, but since Nicki won't be around, I'll be doing the bulk of it.
Sunday, I'll be sleeping in. Then, I'll do my Math homework, and hopefully see Nicki when she gets home at around 6PM.
That's my weekend. I'd rather not go to Northwood if I could this time...and technically, I can't. I don't have my trombone.
Don't eat the fish.
Hare Krishna.
Me and Nicki are not on the best of terms right now. We got into an argument about stuff, and before we could really make up, her Dad kind of forced her to leave.
And I know all you guys have just been waiting for that to happen.
And I have two days to think about how I proved her wrong, and yet I was still wrong for showing her what is going on. I have nothing to show for it. I feel sick. There's not really anyone I can really talk to about it anymore.
In some ways, it feels like I've lost everything.
She just called me and basically said it's not really my fault, but she had to leave after like, twenty seconds.
I feel lonelier than God.
Tomorrow, I'll be at Northwood from 9AM-maybe 5PM. Then, I'll be doing the project for Franz that was meant to be a group project, but since Nicki won't be around, I'll be doing the bulk of it.
Sunday, I'll be sleeping in. Then, I'll do my Math homework, and hopefully see Nicki when she gets home at around 6PM.
That's my weekend. I'd rather not go to Northwood if I could this time...and technically, I can't. I don't have my trombone.
Don't eat the fish.
Hare Krishna.