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Senior year. I've spent all but the first month of this year being single, which is kind still some-what new to me, but I'm okay with it. Sean and I are still friends, and we even hang out sometimes. I think that's the most amazing thing. We just split up because we both realized we needed to work on ourselves and the relationships with our families. He went to Wasaga for the summer and when he got back, we both just weren't the same. I spent the summer building up the relationship with my mother, and I guess that sort-of took priority over everything else. With good reason, but still. It was just best for both of us.
Things so are fucking weird. Before someone calls me a cliche "emo" kid, the name I picked out was in a state of deliriousness from sleep deprevation, and its also a song lyric.
I'm sitting here, confused to all hell about things. I guess I'm just being my typical self and over analyzing any and everything. I've been so stressed with getting into college lately, that my appetite is little to nothing, so I've been a regular with Mr. Simpson during this time. It's too loud in the cafeteria anyways. I don't know why I've been so irritable lately, but it just seems like my life is passing me by and I'm not ready for the next "chapter" so to speak.
Marco and I are supposed to have a veg out weekend this week. Mint chocolate chip ice cream, cheesy scary movies, that he'll inevitably scream at anyways, and just a relaxed, free mind. We haven't been as close as we used to be lately, for some odd reason. I'm fine with it, because I know he's still there for me, you know?
I've been thinking about getting a kitten, but realized it more than likely wasn't the best since university is next year. It'd be really hard to take care of a cat, on top of studying and everything else. The older I get, the more serious I take everything. It's so freaking odd.
Anyways, I gotta go. I'm gonna go grab some ice cream from the cafeteria before I head to english class. See you all around.
Things so are fucking weird. Before someone calls me a cliche "emo" kid, the name I picked out was in a state of deliriousness from sleep deprevation, and its also a song lyric.
I'm sitting here, confused to all hell about things. I guess I'm just being my typical self and over analyzing any and everything. I've been so stressed with getting into college lately, that my appetite is little to nothing, so I've been a regular with Mr. Simpson during this time. It's too loud in the cafeteria anyways. I don't know why I've been so irritable lately, but it just seems like my life is passing me by and I'm not ready for the next "chapter" so to speak.
Marco and I are supposed to have a veg out weekend this week. Mint chocolate chip ice cream, cheesy scary movies, that he'll inevitably scream at anyways, and just a relaxed, free mind. We haven't been as close as we used to be lately, for some odd reason. I'm fine with it, because I know he's still there for me, you know?
I've been thinking about getting a kitten, but realized it more than likely wasn't the best since university is next year. It'd be really hard to take care of a cat, on top of studying and everything else. The older I get, the more serious I take everything. It's so freaking odd.
Anyways, I gotta go. I'm gonna go grab some ice cream from the cafeteria before I head to english class. See you all around.