This will likely be the last entry of mine with the frequency of the past few days. Actually, this will be my last entry from North Bay. I wrote my last exam today. Oh, and I have an 85 in English. Dad called me at quarter to six to tell me that he's picking me up tomorrow afternoon. Well, fuck. I had hardly done anything in terms of getting ready to leave, planning to spend all of Thursday doing that. So I've been running around like crazy since I got back from coffee with Kori and Benjamin (who were nice nough to get me boxes from no frills). I'm so fucking fed up with everything right now that I just want to cry. GRRR.
Maybe the depo-provera hormones are not good for me.
I got a really crappy phone message from Gravity Man. He's in London right now to see all his school friends for the last time ever, so he called to check in, and it went something like this: "just checking in. I made it here okay. here's the number here but don't bother to call because we won't be here. love you, bye". and I'm all, what the hell? why give me the number when you very clearly don't want me to call, or even to talk to me? GRRRRRR
Just in case you're wondering, my relationship is actually a lot healthier than you might think from reading this. I do almost all of my ranting/raving/complaining/crying here before I talk to him...mostly I just need to sort out what I think from what I feel.
I'm giving up.
-Rhiannon "my words are very unnecessary they can only bring harm"