Spring Break
Well, my Spring Break is coming to a close. I didn't do much like most of my Spring Breaks. I've just been working and that is somewhat okay with me. I wish I could have hung out with a couple of people, but they were/are a bit hard to get a hold of. Oh well, it isn't like I can't hang out with them when school is in session again. But it was a nice, relaxing break. For the most part.
What else? Two sessions down, six (approved of) to go. I know what I'm going to talk about. Two to four weeks before I see the beginnings of results also.
I saw Shannon for the first time today since I don't really remember when. Has it been a month? I don't know, don't remember. We actually sat down and chatted. For like twenty minutes. Regardless of the fact that I was in the middle of a panic attack the whole time from seeing her. I'm sort of at a loss to say. It was good to see her in a way, she looks fantastic. And yet, it was hard to see her for what has happened. It has finally rubbed me raw, more so than I was say a week after the split? But yes . . . I don't know. It was good and yet torturous.
Just one day at a time. One step at a time. And I will come out on top. Right? Yea, right; I sound so self-assured. It just takes time. I have my good days and bad days, obviously.
The walk -- I'm not sure why it was offered. Because I want to say I understand. And I do - at times; at others - I want to rage and scream at the top of my lungs. Such as today, that through me a loop, several times over. But that is what happens in life.
It won't happen now, but give me a couple weeks. Also, you expressed an interest in my . . . problems? I guess you could say. Which surprised me a bit. (You always were surprising.) And well, I don't know why. *Eddie Izzard voice* It makes no sense! But yea, get back to me on that to let me know you actually want to know. I'm a bit skittish on that bit, sorry.
Anything really else to say? I suppose not. I'm probably going to head off to bed now.
What else? Two sessions down, six (approved of) to go. I know what I'm going to talk about. Two to four weeks before I see the beginnings of results also.
I saw Shannon for the first time today since I don't really remember when. Has it been a month? I don't know, don't remember. We actually sat down and chatted. For like twenty minutes. Regardless of the fact that I was in the middle of a panic attack the whole time from seeing her. I'm sort of at a loss to say. It was good to see her in a way, she looks fantastic. And yet, it was hard to see her for what has happened. It has finally rubbed me raw, more so than I was say a week after the split? But yes . . . I don't know. It was good and yet torturous.
Just one day at a time. One step at a time. And I will come out on top. Right? Yea, right; I sound so self-assured. It just takes time. I have my good days and bad days, obviously.
The walk -- I'm not sure why it was offered. Because I want to say I understand. And I do - at times; at others - I want to rage and scream at the top of my lungs. Such as today, that through me a loop, several times over. But that is what happens in life.
It won't happen now, but give me a couple weeks. Also, you expressed an interest in my . . . problems? I guess you could say. Which surprised me a bit. (You always were surprising.) And well, I don't know why. *Eddie Izzard voice* It makes no sense! But yea, get back to me on that to let me know you actually want to know. I'm a bit skittish on that bit, sorry.
Anything really else to say? I suppose not. I'm probably going to head off to bed now.