no need to complicate. our time is short. this is our fate. i'm yours.
It's been awhile. But really, what is there to say? Each day gets harder and harder, which was obviously expected. What I don't expect is for it to get any easier any time soon. And I also don't expect anyone to think I am being sane and/or logical.
I could say anything I wanted to make people understand, but the fact will always remain that you're not me, and you will never see things the way I do. I could tell you that he doesn't give up. I could tell you that I'm tired of always having to wonder what could have been. I could tell you we both are fully aware that we're crazy. I could say everything. I could talk for hours. And I wouldn't expect you to change your mind.
Here's the thing. It's time to grow up. It's time to listen to what your family says, listen to what your friends say, but ultimately listen to yourself. Eventually you have to become independent, cut the strings, and make up your own mind. And you can't please everyone.
In other news. The apartment is starting to look like a home as the five of us slowly move in our belongings. Alli and I have an adorable room. Lots of bright and cheery colors. Pictures will come eventually, when life settles down (which is not scheduled to happen for quite a bit).
I've got one week of work left. You don't know how sick I am of tourists. I have August-itis like you wouldn't believe, and I'm not the only one. Any chance Tom and I get to be sarcastic with customers, we take our opportunity. Some people find us witty, others are just too stupid to get it. Oh well. It gives us something to laugh about and brighten up our day for a bit. So I'll finish up my last day of work on Labor Day, load up the car, get dropped off at the apartment, go to bed, and wake up for classes in the morning. I'll be living for that first weekend. I'll probably use it to unpack, catch up on sleep, do homework, and just enjoy the last bit of a fake summer. I wish I could stop time. Or maybe I wish I could fast forward.
One thing's for sure. The clock's going to keep ticking, and in ten hours I'll be sitting in my little metal box for the last time. So, it's time to get some sleep. 'Night.
Live well, laugh often, love much.
I could say anything I wanted to make people understand, but the fact will always remain that you're not me, and you will never see things the way I do. I could tell you that he doesn't give up. I could tell you that I'm tired of always having to wonder what could have been. I could tell you we both are fully aware that we're crazy. I could say everything. I could talk for hours. And I wouldn't expect you to change your mind.
Here's the thing. It's time to grow up. It's time to listen to what your family says, listen to what your friends say, but ultimately listen to yourself. Eventually you have to become independent, cut the strings, and make up your own mind. And you can't please everyone.
In other news. The apartment is starting to look like a home as the five of us slowly move in our belongings. Alli and I have an adorable room. Lots of bright and cheery colors. Pictures will come eventually, when life settles down (which is not scheduled to happen for quite a bit).
I've got one week of work left. You don't know how sick I am of tourists. I have August-itis like you wouldn't believe, and I'm not the only one. Any chance Tom and I get to be sarcastic with customers, we take our opportunity. Some people find us witty, others are just too stupid to get it. Oh well. It gives us something to laugh about and brighten up our day for a bit. So I'll finish up my last day of work on Labor Day, load up the car, get dropped off at the apartment, go to bed, and wake up for classes in the morning. I'll be living for that first weekend. I'll probably use it to unpack, catch up on sleep, do homework, and just enjoy the last bit of a fake summer. I wish I could stop time. Or maybe I wish I could fast forward.
One thing's for sure. The clock's going to keep ticking, and in ten hours I'll be sitting in my little metal box for the last time. So, it's time to get some sleep. 'Night.
Live well, laugh often, love much.