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Well, another weekend in Marietta is here. I don’t know what my deal is, but I want to tear my hair out every time I have to come back. I am a little worried that IF everything works out and I get a roommate and I don’t have to visit on the weekends, I wont ever come back. Now, if I have to move back over the summer, this is going to be fun… But, hey, I am famous for rolling with the punches. I’ll figure something out.
Over the past few months people keep asking me why Sam is moving and why I’m letting her move away blah blah blah. Wont I miss her? How will I survive without her? This may sound terrible but I don’t care. In fact, I think this is for the best. Its almost not a whole day that goes by that I am not irritated by her and I count the days until she moves in with her fiancé. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth and there’s nothing I can do about it. Now, I am not saying that I don’t love her or I wouldn’t feel bad if something happens to her, but damn. I am really okay with this separation. And plus, she’s the one that wants to move all the way to the other side of Tennessee. The other day she said something about visiting her. Okay…I don’t want to burst her bubble, but driving all the way across Tennessee blows. I won’t be doing it a lot, if ever again.
So yeah, there really isn’t a point to this entry. Just had the urge to bitch and moan. What better way to do that than with my good ol’ journal?
Over the past few months people keep asking me why Sam is moving and why I’m letting her move away blah blah blah. Wont I miss her? How will I survive without her? This may sound terrible but I don’t care. In fact, I think this is for the best. Its almost not a whole day that goes by that I am not irritated by her and I count the days until she moves in with her fiancé. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth and there’s nothing I can do about it. Now, I am not saying that I don’t love her or I wouldn’t feel bad if something happens to her, but damn. I am really okay with this separation. And plus, she’s the one that wants to move all the way to the other side of Tennessee. The other day she said something about visiting her. Okay…I don’t want to burst her bubble, but driving all the way across Tennessee blows. I won’t be doing it a lot, if ever again.
So yeah, there really isn’t a point to this entry. Just had the urge to bitch and moan. What better way to do that than with my good ol’ journal?