Okay, so we'll start with Lent, since it's like day three. I decided to give up cutting for Lent, because I'm trying anyway, so maybe this will give me the extra incentive, but maybe I'll still fail. It's been hard. Harder than usual, I must say. The first day...I can't remember what happened. Oh! Yes I do! Patrick did something. *Thinks.*
Oh yes. He was going to take out this chick barhopping. No, I wasn't upset. I mean, I'm only 715 miles away from him, and he's drinking and she's drinking... I was so stressed at work. So pissed off, I wanted to cut, but I gave it up for Lent, so I didn't. Then I found out he didn't even go. stare But he did drink with her a little. stare stare mad
Then was the me not talking to him anyway, waiting for him to say it was bedtime, so I was working on my FAFSA, and found out that I for some reason still have to claim my parents' income, which is bullshit, unless I get married. Well, Patrick, jokingly--or seriously--said we could get married, and the idea has not left my head! I'm not sure what to even think. Yes? No?? sweatdrop
Next was yesterday. I went to NP for my classes, took Tanya up there with me so she could see the baby, then we went to Wal-Mart, and I was late for work. After work I took Tanya and Travis back up there...and didn't get back home until almost 5 a.m. Wow. Talk about late...or early. Your choice. The whole while throwing this marriage thing around in my head.
Which brings me to tonight. Still nowhere closer to solving the marriage mystery, my head is still boggled, and Patrick is drunk in this house with other drunk people, some of which are high...and female. Then come to find out he's staying the night there...
Is Lent over yet? sweatdrop
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