Today I worked for 12 hours. When I came home from leading four birthday parties and serving at least ten pizzas, I planned on doing homework. I don't want to go through the list of midterms, assignments, and puppets (don't ask) that are due this upcoming week. Maybe someone will take my desk shift Monday night. I doubt it. I have staff training all day tomorrow which I've secretly been looking forward to. I'm rambling. There is no formula to these sentences, no order. And now, now I am watching the corniest Hugh Grant love movie ever and I might be half asleep. Sleep typing. Sleep singing. Anyways, I planned on doing homework and I failed. I thought of some ideas. I'll build on them tomorrow.
On top of this week of school hell I feel incredibly guilty. I found out that I don't even have time to pursue other options and roads in my personal time. I'm pretty sure I'm going to end up hurting someone's feelings and I'm avoiding it. The sucky thing is, the longer I wait the worse the feelings get hurt but I jut can't do it now. I'm terrible. He deserves some cute,hipster, bubbly thing that has time for a 20 minute phone call. He deserves someone who is really into him and that's not me right now.
God my head hurts.
My mom said I could move to Australia. Well, she supports it. I think they're going to help me go, grandparents too. Lately, it's like everyone just knows that I can't stay here anymore and that it's really important that I go away. Or maybe they just want me gone like my sister says.
Sleep typing. Sleep talking.
"This storm is what we call progress." - George Bernard Shaw
This quote has effectively changed my perspective.
I love you. Goodnight.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment