yound, wild & free.
Sitting in the library - yet again - and I see him and her.
Him and her are not two people that I would wish to see on any day.
He was a boy I loved, and she was a girl I thought was my friend.
Both betrayed me, and what we had and are now together.
It shouldn’t kill me anymore, but it does and I haven’t been able to trust/love since.
Seeing them together, happy and in love is killing me inside.
I have been doing so well in not thinking about them, because I never see them on campus, but today is a reminder of what happened and how it happened.
I’m okay, but I really wish I couldn’t see them right now while I’m trying to finish 3 papers due tomorrow.
It’s going to be a long night.
If I could take a picture without looking like the biggest creep in the world, I would.
It is currently 8:30pm and I am sitting in the library trying to make a dent in the six papers that I have due this week. The overload of work - not a pet peeve. The idiot who walked into the library wearing his pajama pants at this hour is my issue.
This is something that I have never understood on campus - yes, you may have an early class but slip into a decent pair of pants, sweats even! Or at the very least if you have a chance to go home in between classes - CHANGE YOUR CLOTHES so that you do not become the idiot who is still wearing pajama pants at 8:30 at night.
I do not know why this bugs me so much - it just does, also I think that my patience is at an all time low right now due to my impending all nighter.