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Oh man, I can already tell this is going to be a whiny journal.
I don't think I'm cut out for this.
My day started out well (despite the ungodly early hour at which I woke up). I ate breakfast for the first time in a few weeks, which was nice. Mmm, coffee. My partner and I had relative fun in the lab (considering the fact that it was a lab). I got my last lab back, which I did well on. I skipped my second class because I would have been late, and to finish my current lab. After that, though, it all went downhill. I guess I started stressing out. I bombed a quiz, didn't go to dinner, didn't get the letter I was hoping for and had a shit load of work to do. Instead of doing it, though, I procrastinated. And sulked, after I spoke to my ex, who was going out with a girl later on. It hasn't sunk in that he isn't mine anymore. I think, in a small way, that he always will be in my mind. Maybe him coming this weekend is a bad idea. Bad, bad, bad.
I just want to cry.