I think it would be in my best interest if I try not to get emotionally involved with Matt in any way from now on. After the long overdue cry that I had last night, I think I’m strong enough to let him go. I’m also strong enough to go on without the security of group friendships and so on. I mean, I do have friends in each of my classes except French (people I can talk to at least) so life shouldn’t be so bad. I think I can be totally independent now. I really do.
Besides, no one understands what the fuck I’m going through around here. Or should I say, no one cares to understand. A change in surroundings won’t be totally unwelcome. It might even be good for me! (I’m talking about San Francisco).
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