you don't

love.


the ache.
the mere five minutes inbetween thoughts of you.
the sincere desire.
the fear.
the tears.
the smile.


you don't feel that anymore; I do. how is that fair?

not quite week numero uno

Move-in went relatively well I suppose. I didn't sleep at all the first night due to the single fact of I was completely alone. I've always known the tiny fact about myself that I simply hate being alone. I think I'm okay like watching T.V. alone and such, but things like being alone in a house or eating alone at a restaurant just don't sit well with me.

Rush also went relatively well. Until I quit. It just wasn't for me, and that is perfectly alright.

I need to get out and make some friends. I've made some friends through rushing and some others on my floor but not really that many.

Oh well! Classes start in two days... I've got time to adjust to everything!

Life

I wish that someone had just handed me an outline of my life. They could say "keep on course and you'll be a very happy person"

Sure, circumstances change and "accidents" happen. Your outline could but cut short abruptly or have small deviations...

Scratch all of that.

I just want something to show me that I made the right decision.

Would that really be too much to ask for?