Instead of going out and participating in the drunken rights of passage known as Halloween I decided to stay home to both kill the plague I’ve had but to reacquaint myself with a house I rarely see. In doing so, I redecorated my bathroom, cleaned all of my cupboards, rearranged my living room, cleaned everything, put my blow up bed away, shelved all of my books, arranged my closet, and all of my laundry. I went to bed about midnight and finally slept on my own all night long. I was so excited.

The week was a long one, I didn’t feel good for most of it, in combination with thinking a unit I made would be simple and fun but instead it’s become a drawn out pain in the ass. Plus Friday after debate, I was cutting evidence, needed to get into the library and didn’t have another option so I texted Kyle. Big mistake, his drunkass decided to be a dick and make some low blow comments and it set me off. I had a panic attack, but it turned out to be a bit of a blessing and an ice breaker of sorts in terms of healing and dealing with the situation at hand, and being the bigger person in terms of retorts.

K’s brother and I have some truly good conversations, I think it is bribery for me to help him with his papers but I finally didn’t want to know how K was. It was the first time in a long time that I just don’t care. He said he would do something three days ago, and has yet to do it, and I think that was the last straw.

I am trying to leave period. I have lived and loved here and I’m ready to move on. If he wants to be a part of it, I’m game if not, there will be another boy.

I am back :)