So, funny story.

 

I'm sitting here in the computer lab trying to figure out a way to vent my frustrations to blogdrive when I decide to stretch.  I'm going to assume my entire body went flying backward toward the ground because the chair is on rockers. 

 

I hate it when you do stupid things and no body laughs. 

 

 

I am in quite the predicament when it comes to boys right now. 

 

The boy.  Things aren't good.  We're officially unofficial and it hurts.  We're still going to FL in a month.  Hopefully it will give us a chance to start over.  I have no expectations.

The neighbor.  Apparently has a huge crush on me.  We both cried last night.  He just lost his girl of 2.5 years.  I feel like I'm losing my boy of 2.2 years.

The coworker.  As the neighbor says, "follows me around like a puppy dog with out a leash".  I hate him.

The Redhead.  Yelled at me.  Gave me a rose.  Writes me sappy poetry. Expects me to not hate him.

 

But I'm dealing, I guess.

 

 

 

I saw my mom yesterday.  Tonight marks her 4th week at the hospital.  I just wish that all this shit would finally end for my parental units.  My mom is suffering physically, my father is exhausted and lonely, and they are both financially drained.  I love her so much.   I love them so much.

 

Part of me wants to move back home.

 

 

I'm so confused.  Everything is hurting.

At least I'm reading a good book, right?  (Optimism at it's finest)