I had 24 tearless hours this weekend. From Friday night until Saturday night. My stomach didn't hurt, I didn't feel like getting sick, and I wasn't really sad. I still wanted to be at home, but not so badly that I balled.
But nothing lasts forever, and those hours are long gone.
I wish someone would hand me a piece of paper with the answer on it. Just a one word answer: stay or go.
I don't want to feel like a failure for going, but I don't want to feel like I'm settling if I stay.
Someone please help me make it through these next 11 weeks.
I love you Emily Barimo. I don't know what to say but I hope you figure out what's perfect for you because you're a wonderful person and deserve it.
ReplyDeletei love youuuuu. i would be sad if you left :(
ReplyDeletealways here to talk if you want to.
No more tears. It's kind of like that first summer you go to camp. You hate it and you cry and cry and cry until you go home,and when you finally get home you realize those were the best weeks of your life. Don't give up. =)
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