I went to see my grandmother today. she asked all about my getting the boot, and I explained. It really hurts to think about it, so I try not to, too much. it's like now, trying not to think about how I was going to get married in a little more than a month. I keep trying to convince myself that this is somehow for the better.
For the better.
My dad took my brother and I to the Record Exchange and I got the new Pearl Jam single. I'm very bad at being single. Very, very bad. I'm just terrified, terribly afraid that I somehow missed my one opportunity to be with someone that would love me, and now I have 95 years to regret it. Or something.
No, no. Must think positive thoughts. Wrote it myself in this article : http://goinside.com/02/10/square1.html .