May 14, 2007 23:29
I'm the happiest I've been in a long time, maybe even ever.
But in two weeks the semester will end.
And I might be the saddest I've been in years.
I know I can't like him, but I can't help it.
I really think Fate is fucking with me.
Why?
I secretly wished that I would meet someone who I want to be a better person for. Poof! Not a week later, I find him. I broke my pipe a couple hours before hanging out with him, and threw up because of vicodin a couple hours after hanging out with him. Come on! I've never been one to believe in shit like that, but how can I ignore it this time?
Fuck.