I haven’t seen her in two weeks and I’m not seeing her again until Friday. Every time I thought about that fact I felt sick to my stomach. I kept imagining that I was in her office, sitting on the couch, talking to her. God, it was horrible because then I came back to reality. I’m so dependent on her it’s not healthy.
So why do I want them to be bad?
The fact that I’m sitting here not writing the three more papers I have really stresses me out. But I have no access to my notes so I need to wait until Wednesday afternoon/night.
Happy “chocolate will go on sale in a few days”.
Uchh don’t go pleading poverty then take expensive as hell vacations and buy a shit ton of clothing and crap.
…Ten Commandments anyone?
Okay not the hotel, because it’s really nice.
But this program is the most disorganized thing we have ever experienced.
How do you expect everything to go back to normal?
How could you pretend that none of that ever happened?