I do not know what to do about this…
Text from a friend: “… I miss you.”
What I want to say: “You keep saying that and then do nothing to change the fact that we barely see each other. I understand that we both have things in our lives and I really miss you too, but to be completely honest this friendship is tearing me apart everyday. Every Single Fucking Day. and this move has not helped one bit. Sometimes I seriously wonder if keeping this friendship is worth the fight, but then I remember how much you make my life better, how much you make me a better person and I forgive you for being a jerk and saying “I miss you” and then doing nothing about it… But I am afraid that I will not be able to forgive you one of these times. I really do not want that to happen, but why should I stay in a situation that hurts more times than not.”
What I did say: …
I did not respond, I figured if I did, I would regret what I would say. but I needed to get this off my chest.
I really do not know what to do.
I need to be fixed.
Got internet….
This is my room….
That is my bed.
Barely getting through…
I wish you were here to help me through this. But you are busy with your life and your things.
I feel alone going through this.
I could use a hug.
First cup of coffee at the new place.
No real internet until Thursday. No new desk yet.
Going to do a little exploring today and hun down some food.
The Exclamation Comma. “Just because you’re excited about something doesn’t mean you have to end the sentence.”
This.
As a journalism major, I feel like it is my job to reblog this.
I found this genuinely interesting.
Put this on a keyboard now!
This is going to be more difficult than I thought.
Living with my best friends sister… Trying to stay out of their problems…
Oh boy, this should be fun.
Lying in bed, watching sports night, in my new apartment.
It is strange. Getting my last bit of stuff tomorrow from the old place. Happy to be moved. And scared at the same time.
Sacramento is something else.
The back seat of my car is fairly uncomfortable.
Waiting another hour and a half until my last final.
Bored as fuck.
Getting royally screwed by every college.
Say hello to my 7 Unit schedule for this next semester.
I keep getting put on low priority for registration, all of the good classes fill up, and then I am stuck taking Geology. Now I can not even finish my transfer units this semester.
I could get used to this dressing up thing.
:)
