I’m not a dramatic person. When drama comes into my life, I run and hide/ go talk to my best friend because I absolutely hate it. Yet when I come home from school for the weekend, my sister runs to me complaining about our dad. Like, you’re 24. If you don’t want to deal with dad, pass your nursing exam, get a nursing job, become financially responsible for yourself, and move the fuck out. Getting really tired of dealing with the same bullshit all the time.
I love us. I love that you can call me in the middle of the day to look something up because you know I’m going to be at my computer. I love that you know me better than anyone else. I love that you’ve been there with me since the moment we met and you haven’t walked away. That means a lot to me. A lot of people have walked in and out of my life but you’re one of the only ones that I’ve ever really wanted to stick around.
I don’t know what I’m going to do when I actually get a full-time job. You won’t be able to call me in the middle of the day and have me answer my phone to do something for you. That’s probably why I’ve waited so long to apply for anything. I can’t imagine a day where I can’t be there for my best friend. I mean I know he’ll understand why, and he definitely wants me to get a full-time job but, I don’t know. This is why it’s not a good idea for me to be alone. I think to much, get sad, and proceed to listen to very sad music for the rest of the day/night.
I’m just ready for this nightmare to be over. One good thing happens and 10 bad things follow. I just don’t understand it anymore. I’m not sure that I ever did fully understand it.