Bad news I am an idiot. Good news I am going to be OK. Well, I made it through finals. 2 A's and a B for the semester. Not too shabby considering that I put forth a terrible effort. I got into a med school, it might be Caribbean, but it's at least a back up plan I can live with. I'm happy with that part of my life for the moment.
Now, let's move on to more personal matters. My ex is in jail. Turns out that is most likely why I stopped hearing from him. I found this out right before I texted him last Thursday. I felt bad for him, but I was sooooo happy I got out before all of this. I am way too young for this shit in my life. I can only give so much as a boyfriend and that was far beyond anything I could handle. My last thought Thursday or first though Friday morning was "I'm over it. I'm done." This came after a week of torturing my mind, 4 walls and awful attempts at studying. So I did the sensible thing, I went out Friday and Saturday nights, yes I had finals Monday. Oh well. Had a blast with great friends. Much needed break from reality. Let's fast forward to Monday after my exams. I am napping in bed when my phone rings. I answer the random number and it's my ex's mother. She had called to tell me how much he missed me and asked if I would write and possibly visit him. REALLY?!? Really? I am going to guess she doesn't know we broke up, hell she didn't even realize I live in Orlando not Ft. Lauderdale. The next day I wake up realizing that today is the ex's day for visitors. The day after his mother called me. I tossed it around in my head. Should I? Shouldn't I? Well, here is where the idiot in me decided to show up. I got into my car and started driving. I drove to Ft. Lauderdale to go see him. Now best part of my trip, beside the fact that I was constantly questioning myself the entire ride. I get to the jail only to be told that he has already had a visitor that day and that I should try again next week. Oh, and I should get there earlier... Well, that ride back was the most miserable time of my life. It prompted me to go out Tuesday night, which was also fun.
Now to the subject of this post. I have a crush. He is seeing someone and questioning whether or not he's gay. PERFECT! I am a mess. Crazier part about this is that he reminds me of another guy I had a crush on up at school. It's crazy. Every time I look into his face I see this other guy. They are similarly awkward, but the one up at school knew he was gay and was actually kind of scared of girls (lol). It's weird. I can see all the red flags and I still can't help myself. Oh not to mention he has terrible friends. He seems to have one decent one, but the rest are just awful. Unfortunately he is linked to one friend via money (this one is actually the worst of them all. $50,000 in plastic surgery and it's awful). Well, that's it for the night. Need some sleep.
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