I’m so ready to be done with college. I feel like I’m way too old for this now.
My roommates are progressively getting on my nerves more and more everyday. I mean it was bad enough that they kept smoking pot in here (enough to prompt me to have to report it and inevitably get them in trouble…for which they’re still fuming over, but I could care less). I mean what kind of dumbass smokes that much in a dorm room to where you can smell it throughout the whole floor? Now I’m forced to listen to their crappy music blasting as loud as humanly possible, making studying impossible.
I really can’t stand these dumb bitches anymore.
But I miss him so much. I know that he’s probably never coming back and that he doesn’t love me anymore and that I probably lost my chance.
He’s gone, moving on with his life, and I have to do the same…it’s just so hard.
I can’t stop thinking that I’ve missed out and that I single-handedly drove away the perfect guy for me.
But at the same time, I know he wasn’t perfect for me. He was completely wrong. He couldn’t be in a serious relationship with me because he couldn’t handle my seriousness. I guess I was too real for him; maybe he was too scared to actually try for me.
It’s just so hard to watch him move on with his life after spending so much time being part of it.
All the while, my friends are getting married and settling down. And don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy for them. I’m just jealous that my life isn’t falling into place just yet.
I spent so long believing that he was the one for me, and now…well, I don’t know what to believe.
I’m just scared that it’ll never happen for me because people don’t want to put up with me.