“Too many of us stay walled because we are afraid of being hurt. We are afraid to care too much, for fear that the other person does not care at all.”—Eleanor Roosevelt (via littlemiss) (via whitneyjane)
Remember the beginning of your last relationship? Do you remember that stupid smile that crept up when you least expected it to? Do you recall the confidence you had just knowing someone thought you were great?
As time goes on those feelings will naturally fade… But for right now I will revel in thoughts of kisses and cuddles when life is trying to knock me down.
It was afterwards that I realized that no matter how much the aforementinoned two chores made me miserable, my friends really light up every situation. Whether it be because they bring me to BW3, call when I really need it, or make my toys come to life to make me smile. My life feels pretty exhausting right now.
I am working a lot and the last couple of days have felt in a slump there.
My journalism professor seems to forget that I am not actually a professional journalist yet, and I do have to work a real job in the mean time.
I am honestly forgetting what 8 hours of sleep are like, and it isn’t because of late night phone calls anymore … rather rising too early in the morning.
Yet I know my life is just fine. I know my life is wonderful.
i think i make this assumption just because i will be spending most of my time in the library. always nice. i have some homework for retard class to get done … and then i have a philosphy exam to study for.
I feel silly and sappy today.
First time since getting back that I am not riding some ridiculous high… But rather moping and really missing.
My cold is almost gone.
Last Saturday I was lazing around… Snuggling. This week I am doing some time at BC state. Not equal!
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely horrible.
This is because in the days prior to my going to California, Chris kept complaining about a cold. I of course called him a whiny baby and made me endure late nights and when I got there was no more sympathetic. Well starting on Sunday morning I was the whiny one.
Sore Throat. Check.
If there is one thing that is very much the same between California and Chicago …
It is the misery of the common cold.
I decided not to go to my first class this morning because attendance is not mandatory and well … it is a retarded class. Now this will not be a trend, but in doing so today I am giving myself a chance to organize what I assume will be a very busy week!
I for the first time in a while felt lonely last night. Usually when I would go to sleepies it would suffice to know someone wished they were there snuggling. Last night though I was generally sad, because it was all so perfect in California… I missed being snuggled by comfort last night. I missed being showered with affection.
I am only allowing myself 3 days to mope.
I have no more questions. And they were all the right answers.