Long Way Down (One Last Thing)

Some days it really doesn't pay to get out of bed. This is, at least for me, very rarely the case. Today hap­pened to be one of those, though …

Things with her finally over­flowed. I'm in a lot of trou­ble now. She wants noth­ing to do with me, which I com­pletely under­stand. In hind­sight, I real­ize even more how rep­re­hen­si­ble my actions for the past 5 months were. I've accepted my part of what's hap­pened. I'm not upset any­more. I haven't been for some time. There isn't really any­thing that I can do about it besides accept and move on. At least that's what Mrs. Parker told me. She says it's a learn­ing expe­ri­ence. I told her that I feel like a neg­a­tive force within the depart­ment and that I don't deserve to be there. She says that's my deci­sion, but she wants me to stay. Even though she tried to explain it to me, I still don't under­stand why … What­ever con­se­quences I face I will accept. My only wish is that she for­gives me some day. I wish it didn't end this way, though …

The sever­ity of this sit­u­a­tion has really opened my eyes. I didn't real­ize that so many of these things that have hap­pened in my per­sonal life affected my school, my job and my rela­tion­ships with oth­ers. I guess that in the back of my mind, I knew I would have to face these things at some point. I just really wish it hadn't hap­pened today. But I think I deserve it …

I don't really know what's going on with Sharon. I see her hit­ting on a few guys and it really doesn't bother me. It shouldn't any­way because we're not exclu­sively going out. I'm pretty sure that I freaked her out ear­lier today when I was all weird. After tomor­row, I'll only see her in jazz choir every other day. I just don't know. Guess I'll just go with the flow on this one …

[name omit­ted] asked me to call her yes­ter­day, but when I got home, I was incred­i­bly tired so I just went to bed. I tried to call her tonight but no one picked up. Things are up in the air with her too. I'll talk to her tomor­row in jazz, I guess.

What a great day. [insert sar­casm here] It started won­der­ful, too. My car hit a deer about 5 min­utes after I left the house. As if my car isn't destroyed enough, I no longer have a driver's side mir­ror. Yeah!

After every­thing hap­pened this morn­ing, I was lit­er­ally falling apart. No one there. I finally went to Dan. Every­thing seems to be fine with us again. (I hope at least.) I'm glad that he's there for me. If he weren't, I prob­a­bly would have lost it.

I know that, even­tu­ally, things will work them­selves out. It's just so hard to deal with right now. Gotta try to relax …

Too many things, too many things…
– Amber, Boo­gie Nights