January 2011
6 posts
“It’s not a big deal, it’s just a blowjob.”
– Lisa
Signs?
I’ve always believed in them. Things do happen for a reason.
Whether it be good or bad.
And this may be the biggest. My mother told me not to go to London when I told her I was going.
And now, she’s back in hospital for possible kidney failure. I can’t leave.
I can’t go to London. I NEED to stay here. I NEED to be with her. London will always be there.
Advanced...
I want.
A relationship. But starting one now would be stupid, and selfish.
But waiting, and having to start all over is going to kill me.
Can’t I be there yet?
Ugh.
I'm finding myself...
Upset. I see my peers, happy, engaged or even married, and possibly even expecting.
And it upsets me.
I want that life. But, I’m glad I don’t have it at the same time. I’m glad to be furthering my career, and going places in life…. But… I can’t help but wonder what if.
What if I had a wife? What if we both had a semi decent job and were expecting our first...
Sunrise, surprise
Part of me is ready to be in London already. Starting a new life, meeting new people, learning new things, and enjoying a new place.
And the other part of me is screaming not to leave.
It’s just now hitting me, that, I only have 7 months left here. 7 months before everything I know changes. I’m terrified. Fucking. Terrified.
I have 7 months to cram as many memories as I can. 2...