A long fuckin time
Someday maybe I will be content with my life, but then I would never write in my journal and be of no use to this computer like I have been for the past year and a half. Not that I've been happy for the past year and a half. More like busy. I am in my 160's at school. I just took a leave for a month. It's been fantastic. My boyfriend and I broke up in April. I got back together with Eric who I was in love with for 7 years. What a waste of 7 years. And I really say that with no disrespect because he is a good friend of mine but it's just that he wasn't what I remembered and how could he be? It's been 7 years. I guess I just expected him to at least closely resemble the person I loved. He's still Eric...he's still a dumb ass. Love the guy. Just not like that. So I'm just really glad I never did get back with him back in the day because maybe I would be as miserable as his ex-wife is now. And that would really suck. Because she's disgusting. So I am just basically floating along--going to school and working. I have no friends because they all have boyfriends and I have no life because they all hang out with their boyfriends on a constant basis. I'm tired of it already. Nope still not married. Still no children. Still no purpose in life. I wish I could move away... someplace far, but I have no money and no means. Isn't that always the way that it works? If anyone still cares enough to comment this... you're great.