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So this time, in a week and two days (or whatever the 23rd is) I'll be moving back in to good ol' Rowan.
The sad thing is... is that I'm not sure how I feel about it. There is still so much unresolved stuff here, I have soooo much packing and cleaning to do before I go, I don't have the time to go down there and look for a job, and I'm just nervous about going back, because for the first time, I really feel ready to BE IN college, and there being nothing there to hold me back.
I called a certain someone last night and left him a friendly reminder that I do leave in x amount of days and he did promise me that we would see one another before I left, and hang out and stuff, but it's getting down to the wire, and I don't want to be even more mad at him for breaking promises. Geez, you'd think I would have learned how NOT to write a run-on sentance by now. But everyone seems to think if he's being a shit head, to simply not waste my time on it, but I've got nine days to spare, and once I go back to school, then I'll be done with it.
Promise.
I really shouldn't make promises that I don't know if I can keep, especially to myself.
But, I can promise myself that things will be better when I am back at school. That I can do. I just wish that I could make the whole situation better with that certain someone, and not for me even, for him. Cause I know that he's going through a hard time... but I don't know with what. And I can't help if I don't know the problem, so I sit back, and bite my nails cause I am not the type that sits back, and takes stuff like this kindly. No. Not at all. I am not going to be vindictive about any of this... at least try not to.
But, in some good news... I am going to get a restraining order against Jeff.
in the middle of a gunfight
in the center of a restaurant
they say
come with your arms raised high
well they're never gonna get me
like a bullet through a flock of doves
to wage this war against your
faith in me
your life will never be the same
on your mothers eyes
say a prayer
saw a prayer
now but i can't
and i don't know
how we're just two men as god had made us
well i can't
well i can
too much too late
or just not enough of this pain in my heart
for your dying wish
i'll kiss your lips again
The sad thing is... is that I'm not sure how I feel about it. There is still so much unresolved stuff here, I have soooo much packing and cleaning to do before I go, I don't have the time to go down there and look for a job, and I'm just nervous about going back, because for the first time, I really feel ready to BE IN college, and there being nothing there to hold me back.
I called a certain someone last night and left him a friendly reminder that I do leave in x amount of days and he did promise me that we would see one another before I left, and hang out and stuff, but it's getting down to the wire, and I don't want to be even more mad at him for breaking promises. Geez, you'd think I would have learned how NOT to write a run-on sentance by now. But everyone seems to think if he's being a shit head, to simply not waste my time on it, but I've got nine days to spare, and once I go back to school, then I'll be done with it.
Promise.
I really shouldn't make promises that I don't know if I can keep, especially to myself.
But, I can promise myself that things will be better when I am back at school. That I can do. I just wish that I could make the whole situation better with that certain someone, and not for me even, for him. Cause I know that he's going through a hard time... but I don't know with what. And I can't help if I don't know the problem, so I sit back, and bite my nails cause I am not the type that sits back, and takes stuff like this kindly. No. Not at all. I am not going to be vindictive about any of this... at least try not to.
But, in some good news... I am going to get a restraining order against Jeff.
in the middle of a gunfight
in the center of a restaurant
they say
come with your arms raised high
well they're never gonna get me
like a bullet through a flock of doves
to wage this war against your
faith in me
your life will never be the same
on your mothers eyes
say a prayer
saw a prayer
now but i can't
and i don't know
how we're just two men as god had made us
well i can't
well i can
too much too late
or just not enough of this pain in my heart
for your dying wish
i'll kiss your lips again