You're here. I haven't seen you. I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to hug you. I want to rip you to pieces.
No one told me.
I thought you'd say something.
I really thought you would.
That bites.
I found out this morning you got here yesterday afternoon. L told me. Everyone assumes us. So no one told me.
No one freaking told me.
I want to go home. I don't know if this semester can get much worse.
God, You're putting so much pressure on me and I don't know how long I can take it. I don't want to take it. I don't want to be tough.
