Meh. It’s getting dark. And I’m laying in bed. And life is kinda weird.
I will be going home in a week. Ready to be away from school, grades, shitty food, whatever. Ready to be around my family and spend some much needed time with them.
I just, I don’t know. It’s hard for me to shake this horrible feeling that I’ll always be alone.
I met a nice boy this semester. One who I’ve spent too much time stressing about. One who I’ve idealized way too much. He’s cool. I like hime. I want things to go somewhere. But MEH. M E H. I hate being a girl and having emotions and desiring people who probably don’t even think about me ever.
But that’s life.
Gonna finish the semester off strong. Gonna go home and relax and take these three weeks to, despite the holidays, get my eating and workout game in check, and come back refreshed and ready.
Open mind. Plans in motion. Gonna take control of my life.