When the world is through, I will still love you
My boy came back last night. I was crashing around 9:30. And he called at 10 to say that he was coming back :) So I did my best to keep myself awake, I ended up in Kimo's room watching her play video games so I could hear his knock and have something to keep myself entertained with. He came a little after 11 and then we went back to my room and watched A Knight's Tale (well, the end of it because we had started watching it earlier).
Doug didn't go to his classes this morning. I know he had the intent on going because he had his books, he said he was and we set the alarm. But when 8:00 rolled around, he just rolled over and said, "fuck it." I tried to get him to go but I know how he feels. He thinks it's pointless to go to his classes because it's just BS. I know when I had an easy ass math class, I felt like there was no reason in going, there wasn't so I didn't for a good portion of the term. So we slept until 11, would have liked to sleep in longer though.
I was lazy all day. I got dolled up: skirt, nice shirt, necklace, makeup, just for the hell of it. I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere because of the rain but I got dressed up anyways. I could have just lounged around in my pj's and my hair a mess. Oh well. So I hung out with my boy all day.
He just left. I always feel so sad when he leaves. It's weird because I feel this intense sadness when he leaves but when I visited him in the summer and I had to leave, I didn't feel it as much. But maybe the feeling is so bad because I'm the one being left rather than the one leaving. Makes sense.
I suppose after I write some in my opendiary, I'm gonna get cracking on some homework and then prolly head to bed. I'm tiiired.
Doug didn't go to his classes this morning. I know he had the intent on going because he had his books, he said he was and we set the alarm. But when 8:00 rolled around, he just rolled over and said, "fuck it." I tried to get him to go but I know how he feels. He thinks it's pointless to go to his classes because it's just BS. I know when I had an easy ass math class, I felt like there was no reason in going, there wasn't so I didn't for a good portion of the term. So we slept until 11, would have liked to sleep in longer though.
I was lazy all day. I got dolled up: skirt, nice shirt, necklace, makeup, just for the hell of it. I knew I wouldn't be going anywhere because of the rain but I got dressed up anyways. I could have just lounged around in my pj's and my hair a mess. Oh well. So I hung out with my boy all day.
He just left. I always feel so sad when he leaves. It's weird because I feel this intense sadness when he leaves but when I visited him in the summer and I had to leave, I didn't feel it as much. But maybe the feeling is so bad because I'm the one being left rather than the one leaving. Makes sense.
I suppose after I write some in my opendiary, I'm gonna get cracking on some homework and then prolly head to bed. I'm tiiired.