monet

It's so early, and I've been up for almost 24 hours now. I'm not going to bed because I have to leave in a couple of hours for an appointment.

My comp is being especially retarded since I've now been online for 6 hours. I've been trying to rearrange my class schedule, and it was eating me alive. I almost have it figured out. I've been working on it for days. The good thing is it's my last semester at this school. I'll be moving out of Wisconsin and going to school elsewhere. It looks like Chicago right now. Fashion Design is my destination, and I'm really excited.

It's been 3 weeks and a few days now. My stomach still twists into knots just thinking of him. Not in a way where he makes me sick, it just feels like punches in the gut. Actually, I cry everytime I think of any part of it. No matter where I am. But, like I said weeks ago, I know it will get worse before it gets better.

I had a couple of things which belonged to him. He didn't ask for their return, but I couldn't stand the idea of keeping them. I meant to send it to him weeks ago. Finally, one day, I swore the package was surrounding me with negative energy. I thought that because these items were still in my house, it must've been the reason for the constant sadness.

I got rid of them, sent them back. I don't think it helped as much as I had expected. Oh well.

I'm still breathing, right? At least I think I am.