I don’t gave my phone until Friday. Ughh I want to talk to him.
I have taken a nap, taken my meds, and made quick trip to Target. I am now drinking European soda while listening to my mother edit her dissertation.
Maybe I should stop saying things I don't...
I feel like I’m stuck between two worlds. I’m in a situation in which no progress is possible. It seems like I’ve given up hope, but in reality, I’m just stating the obvious.