Back in Billings.
The drive home took longer than expected because Lindsey decided to take her sweet ass time packing. Not only that, but when she was loading her car, one of the student-bus drivers that she's madly in love with, stopped and they exchanged emails and talked. Oh so considerate.
Lindsey sucks at highway travel. Seriously, when your speed range is 62-88 mph in clear conditions with zero fellow motorists, something must be wrong.
I really don't know what else to say. Like the last time I was here, Thanksgiving Break, I felt a little depressed about not being with Megan. I just don't know what it is. For the previous 19 years and 8 months, I was single. Then for 11 months I date her, even though four of them are spent apart while she studied abroad in Spain. We've been broken up since the first of September and I still feel pretty shitty about it. I guess that since maybe I incorporated her into every facet of my life, I get vivid memories that kill me. Very melodramtic, but hey, it's the truth. I hate it. And I hate the fact that I might run into her in this town over break.
I know I've written too many journals about her and my feelings about all that. I know all the advice-- just hang in there, forget about her, it's over so it shouldn't bother you, just find another lady. Don't feel obligated to respond...this is a fairly crappy journal entry. In fact, I'm going to change it now.
Done for now.
The drive home took longer than expected because Lindsey decided to take her sweet ass time packing. Not only that, but when she was loading her car, one of the student-bus drivers that she's madly in love with, stopped and they exchanged emails and talked. Oh so considerate.
Lindsey sucks at highway travel. Seriously, when your speed range is 62-88 mph in clear conditions with zero fellow motorists, something must be wrong.
I really don't know what else to say. Like the last time I was here, Thanksgiving Break, I felt a little depressed about not being with Megan. I just don't know what it is. For the previous 19 years and 8 months, I was single. Then for 11 months I date her, even though four of them are spent apart while she studied abroad in Spain. We've been broken up since the first of September and I still feel pretty shitty about it. I guess that since maybe I incorporated her into every facet of my life, I get vivid memories that kill me. Very melodramtic, but hey, it's the truth. I hate it. And I hate the fact that I might run into her in this town over break.
I know I've written too many journals about her and my feelings about all that. I know all the advice-- just hang in there, forget about her, it's over so it shouldn't bother you, just find another lady. Don't feel obligated to respond...this is a fairly crappy journal entry. In fact, I'm going to change it now.
Done for now.