Forty-two Stairs from the Street
Home. I'm officially in my house, after not seeing the parents for a month and a half. And I'm completely miserable.
Today was interesting, to say the least.
In the morning I headed over to the high school and met up with Tom and Jeremy and wandered around, seeing old teachers and such. It was nice to reminisce.
In the afternoon, Andrew came over and we had a very emotional Official Exchanging of the Stuff. Along with some clothes and movies I left at his house, he also returned pictures of us. I'm glad I got the clothes and movies back, but the fact that he gave me back some pictures really hurt. I really wish I didn't see him.
I don't miss him. I might miss the relationship, and the year and a half we spent together, but soon enough I won't have to remind myself of how painful it was. I'll move on.
To make relationship matters worse, today is my one month-iversary with Matt, and we haven't spoken since Monday. I'm sure he has no clue what day it is, and I don't expect him to know. But I'd still like to be remembered by my boyfriend.
This evening I went over to Tom's with Sam, Jeremy, and Rodney. We had pizza and just caught up on things. Sam goes to Tufts, Tom goes to Pitt, Jeremy goes to UConn, and Rodney started working full time. He'll probably go to Southern next fall. I hope he does. I hardly know him, but I'd like him to be happy.
And tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Panic.
Today was interesting, to say the least.
In the morning I headed over to the high school and met up with Tom and Jeremy and wandered around, seeing old teachers and such. It was nice to reminisce.
In the afternoon, Andrew came over and we had a very emotional Official Exchanging of the Stuff. Along with some clothes and movies I left at his house, he also returned pictures of us. I'm glad I got the clothes and movies back, but the fact that he gave me back some pictures really hurt. I really wish I didn't see him.
I don't miss him. I might miss the relationship, and the year and a half we spent together, but soon enough I won't have to remind myself of how painful it was. I'll move on.
To make relationship matters worse, today is my one month-iversary with Matt, and we haven't spoken since Monday. I'm sure he has no clue what day it is, and I don't expect him to know. But I'd still like to be remembered by my boyfriend.
This evening I went over to Tom's with Sam, Jeremy, and Rodney. We had pizza and just caught up on things. Sam goes to Tufts, Tom goes to Pitt, Jeremy goes to UConn, and Rodney started working full time. He'll probably go to Southern next fall. I hope he does. I hardly know him, but I'd like him to be happy.
And tomorrow is Thanksgiving. Panic.