bombs are falling everywhere, it's heartbreak warfare
It's the 9th of February. My NTU email inbox doesn't hold exciting news for me everytime I log in, and The Father is coming home today. I need to at least know if I'm going or not so I can talk to him about the impending summer. I did come across a mailer for applications for the media coverage of YOG - we can register to take the Daily Village Practicum for 4 AUs, apply for an internship with the Olympic Broadcast Service (and get paid for it!), or volunteer with the Olympic News Service.
My money is depleting. PLEEEEAAASSEEE let there be a successful job application. One that is honest, doesn't involve telephones, and is flexible enough to fit into my 3-day weekend schedule.
Also, is it possible to grow out of a group of friends? One that has been with you during your darkest, as well as your brightest, days? What's going to happen to me then? It'll be like a huge chunk of my heart would be left behind, and I know I'll feel lost. But what do you do when you feel things are changing with them? Or maybe, it's me that's changed and I'm in denial.
I'm feeling very very mehhhhh.
My money is depleting. PLEEEEAAASSEEE let there be a successful job application. One that is honest, doesn't involve telephones, and is flexible enough to fit into my 3-day weekend schedule.
Also, is it possible to grow out of a group of friends? One that has been with you during your darkest, as well as your brightest, days? What's going to happen to me then? It'll be like a huge chunk of my heart would be left behind, and I know I'll feel lost. But what do you do when you feel things are changing with them? Or maybe, it's me that's changed and I'm in denial.
I'm feeling very very mehhhhh.