I’m doing the annual “retreat into own room” routine now from today till Thursday morning.
That being said, I am missing her alot. Don’t ask me why. Good luck for the mid-term tests.
Looking back on a horrific September, which culminated on Saturday afternoon where I just wanted to resign my position and quit the club totally, I regret doing alot of things that I did. Given a chance to repeat the month, I will never do it again. Perhaps what’s happening to me now is karma. Still, Monday and Wednesday are two nights I’ll never forget, since it marked my first foray into the unknown, and the first time I was really willing to take action. I don’t regret it.
I get the feeling that as i type my essays over the next two days, I’ll be thinking of her alot.