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Jan. 7th, 2018 02:54 pmI'm dying.
ugh
fucking bronchitis AND laryngitis.
bastards.
To have someone tell me that I mean a lot to them, and that they wish I was there with them, feels foreign to me after all these years. Not that it would have mattered if Jason said it; I was never in love with him. And Dennis? well, who knows what was really going on in his head.
School starts on Tuesday and I'm so fucking sick. I've already missed 2 days of work, so I have to come in on Monday. Then wake up at 6 am and walk in this cold to the train? I just have this horrible sinking feeling that this semester is going to be a repeat of last semester.
I feel like I'm already starting off on the wrong foot :(
ugh
fucking bronchitis AND laryngitis.
bastards.
To have someone tell me that I mean a lot to them, and that they wish I was there with them, feels foreign to me after all these years. Not that it would have mattered if Jason said it; I was never in love with him. And Dennis? well, who knows what was really going on in his head.
School starts on Tuesday and I'm so fucking sick. I've already missed 2 days of work, so I have to come in on Monday. Then wake up at 6 am and walk in this cold to the train? I just have this horrible sinking feeling that this semester is going to be a repeat of last semester.
I feel like I'm already starting off on the wrong foot :(