Sorry guys, this post is going to be personal, not professional. I love Latin posts, they're really helpful, but sometimes the internet is better for . I'm really stressed as of recently anyway, haven't been sleeping well, and then...
Ah well, this is anonymous anyway. Have the juicy details, internet. Kim and I got into a massive argument. What with her dropping out and up and disappearing from my life, I was already really angry. Then she said she was coming back today, and I thought that meant we were going to have a talk-- you know, like talking, so as to come to a rational decision. I got back from art a couple of hours ago, only to catch her sneaking out of our dorm room with a couple of bags. Needless to say, I went apeshit. Sorry, I was very angry. Kim being a smart, clever woman with a bright future who can already speak 4 languages and knows grammar and makes more friends in a day than I have in the last two years decided to throw it all away without actually talking to me.
Christ.
We ended up screaming at each other in the hallway. She thought I shouldn't do the blog anymore. She thought I looked sick. She was 'worried about me'. Well, Kim, that's not you thinking about me, that's you thinking about you. I am sick-- worried sick. My best friend is going off on a jaunt around the country heading for an undisclosed location in Mexico. There are several levels of bad, and several levels of worry, and you're not allowed to be worried about me because I'm not the one who has gone crazy and abandoned pretty much everything.
Your side of the room is covered with stuff. If I get a new roommate, I'm going to have to clean it all up. You left your journal here, you know.
Idiot. You need to come home...
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