No need for reminding, you're still all that matters to me.
So some shits gone down recently.
It's been hard, but I'm dealing with it.
I hope it can work out.
Or I'll be a wreck
At least when that happens, I'll be in the Valley.
I am 99.9% sure I'm coming home.
I tried to grow up and leave home behind, visiting only every so often, but it's too hard.
I coudlnt stand another year of snowy night spent sitting in a small room talking online to people who are 200 miles away.
Being away really shows you who your friends are, though. There's people I can talk with online all day and then theres those I just don't really talk to. There's those I miss like crazy and those who I file under "would be nice to see" when I come home.
Then again, there's people that I miss that I just don't get the chance to talk to.
That was the other good thing about last week; i felt hurt but loved at the same time. The people I told understood. If they were in the situation, it might not have been a big deal for them, but they understood that it was for me.
A couple of my friends have been sick. Jessica's been in the hospital a couple times with all sorts of problems and another one had minor cancer.
I guess I am growing up.
I just don't realize it cus i feel like such a fucking pussy for not being able to do what do many before me have done.
I rationalize coming back home, saying that being up here helped my networking for my career or got me more experience, and that now I can go back to ASU and get a better education.
Lord knows its not the education that matters to me. The theoretical career bettering, maybe, but this move is about friends.
I've enjoyed the freedom I've had here, but freedom isn't as fun when you have no one to share it with.
Word.
It's been hard, but I'm dealing with it.
I hope it can work out.
Or I'll be a wreck
At least when that happens, I'll be in the Valley.
I am 99.9% sure I'm coming home.
I tried to grow up and leave home behind, visiting only every so often, but it's too hard.
I coudlnt stand another year of snowy night spent sitting in a small room talking online to people who are 200 miles away.
Being away really shows you who your friends are, though. There's people I can talk with online all day and then theres those I just don't really talk to. There's those I miss like crazy and those who I file under "would be nice to see" when I come home.
Then again, there's people that I miss that I just don't get the chance to talk to.
That was the other good thing about last week; i felt hurt but loved at the same time. The people I told understood. If they were in the situation, it might not have been a big deal for them, but they understood that it was for me.
A couple of my friends have been sick. Jessica's been in the hospital a couple times with all sorts of problems and another one had minor cancer.
I guess I am growing up.
I just don't realize it cus i feel like such a fucking pussy for not being able to do what do many before me have done.
I rationalize coming back home, saying that being up here helped my networking for my career or got me more experience, and that now I can go back to ASU and get a better education.
Lord knows its not the education that matters to me. The theoretical career bettering, maybe, but this move is about friends.
I've enjoyed the freedom I've had here, but freedom isn't as fun when you have no one to share it with.
Word.