It’s been over four years and here’s to another goodbye.
It’s only going to get worse, so I better get used to it. It’ll probably be easier when we’re living together and I’m not going to a college I dislike, but the times apart will be longer.
Do I even have a boyfriend anymore?
I feel like maybe his atoms got scrambled and he disappeared, like in that one conspiracy about that Navy ship a long time ago.
Or maybe he is just ridiculously busy with his engineering major and attending football games and whatnot. Yeah, probably that.
It still sucks. I feel so alone.
Looking Forward
Today is my boyfriend’s first day of classes; Plebe Summer is officially over. I am so excited for him, as I know he’ll do well. It really amazes me to see how much he did to gain acceptance. He knew what he wanted to do and, well, he did it. All of this encourages me to look at my goals and achieve them, reach for them, fucking make myself work to attain that which I desire. It’s all you can do in life, right?
I’m embarking on an epic road trip to Berkeley in a few days. I’m going to be happy. I have to make that promise to myself. And, hopefully, I’ll expose myself to a little Bay Area culture along the way.
