kelley. 21. wine. sweet talk. late walks. sleep. cheese and bread. movie marathons. bubble baths. starting. not finishing. migraines. play fights. kisses. hysterics. picnics. beach at night. pointless drives. ramblings. fevers. & trying to find the balance.
I am exhausted, but I had such a good workout. I am definitely excited to start doing this three days a week. It feels and felt so good. I forgot how much I used to like it. But, fuck am I tired.
It hasn’t been as bad as I thought it would be so far. I miss him. I think about him all day. But, I’m not cripplingly lonely. Which is so weird because when he was still here and we weren’t hanging out, I would try and find anybody to hang out with to occupy my time and if I couldn’t I would get depressed and sulk in my room. But knowing that I can’t see him, I don’t mind sitting in my room and reading and writing and watching a movie. Save for seeing Kanzas at my work and asking to hang out on Sunday, I haven’t even called anyone to see what they are doing.
Maybe the fact that my schedule is about to be so busy that I won’t be able to hang out with anyone is making it easier.
Go me, for finally knowing myself enough to do everything I should for my sanity.
My schedule for the next five months?
Classes Monday through Thursday 8 am to 1230
Working those nights, save for every other Monday 1-930
Gym Monday, Wednesday, and Friday
Work Saturday 1-930
Work every other sunday 11-530
And I’m actually looking forward to this.
God bless me.