It doesn't hurt anymore, just sometimes irks my dreams.
I guess my subconscious isn't safe, but that sort of goes without saying.
I've woken up mad, or sad, but the last couple times that got canceled out by something better.
I think it's actually going well. Distance is difficult, of course, but I think I'm handling it okay.
Jealousy hasn't gotten out of hand, or even really lasted. (It's actually kind of scary how easily/much I trust him).
I'm working on just being comfortable.
Usually when he leaves I throw myself into a frenzy because, even though everything is great, wonderful, I convince myself something is (or will be) wrong. I'm trying to stop that.
I guess in that way I don't trust him yet, but I am working on it.
We talked about...baggage. He was understanding, and he's being patient with me. I hope I am getting better, at least a little. Again, I'm trying. He makes it so...easy.
I'm so scared.
All of this is petty, and ridiculous, but it's helping me sort my head out.
One last final Tuesday, and then I'm officially on break. This semester was...interesting. Intense. Difficult. Bullshit. Full of some regrets, and several wonderful memories.
I hope my GPA is decent. It should be, but I always get so scared to check my grades. I won't have done worse than any other semester, hopefully I come out better.
I'm so excited to just be working for the next month. No assignments to take home, less stress...time to recover. The Spring will be even better, I think. My classes are good next semester, I'm feeling motivated(as of right now, anyway), and I'm happy.
So here's hoping everything doesn't go to shit, and that I can get rid of that annoying bitch in my head who keeps telling me it's going to.
Current Mood:
calm
Current Music: Matt Damon