How is it possible to regret something that hasn’t even happened yet?
But I do.
And it makes me sick.
But it’s not even a bad thing.
And I don’t think about it to forget.
Sweet Baby J.
Honesty is good.
I know that.
We just spent the last 3 months looking for an apartment. Granted we reminded ourselves that the lease is only a year. But that was in terms of expenses at the apartment.
Now you say if you’re with this boyfriend in a year we won’t be living together.
The same boyfriend that you wanted to break up with a month ago because he quit his job and was unemployed.
Honesty is good.
But you have no idea how much that hurts.
I’m your sister.
He considers not drinking for 1 month to be a challenge.
And you’re thinking about this.
I guess I need to find a new roommate at med school.
Because I’ll have plenty of time and will be thinking about that.
Thanks for putting that stress in the back of my mind.
You seriously had to come downstairs in a sheet to ask if I wanted to shower first?
Could you be more obvious?
What the hell.
I have 4 more days to go.
I’m out of patience.
And things I want to do.
I don’t care and no one will make decisions.
Stop talking. Stop making suggestions and just pick something.
We’re getting no where.
It is great to get away. I swear. And it’s something different to do. Especially before medical school.
But trying to keep 2 type A, strong personalities on the same page is exhausting. And only had me counting the days. Which is so wrong.
I don’t know how I find myself in these situations.
I feel like a kid just pretending to be an adult.
I don’t want to go.
I’m supposed to go on vacation on Thursday.
The drama has started already and I’m just done.
I hate being in the middle and trying to explain people to each other.