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Monday, November 28, 2011


I'm excitedly doing jumping Jills!! (Because I am not masculine enough to pull off jumping Jacks... yeah...)


Another paper, finished. I've had to write 11 papers so far. I only have four more to go. I feel like complete success!


I am just EXHAUSTED. That is all.

On the other hand, I spent most of the day with Lucas, in person and through text messaging. Strange how one can be in the same room with another for an entire semester, yet not really speak until the end. I was aware of his presence, but only truly since last week. I can't tell where this is going.... Drop it, then.

More importantly, I spoke to him today and yesterday and through emails the day before that. He sounds like he is doing much better. He is actually making words. Notwithstanding the days he has had away (and far away at that), he is still very anxious and slurred in speech. He can't stop telling me that he loves me.

This week has been strange. I got another email from Justin... wants his shirt back... I'll mail it when I have moolah for postage. I saw Israel while I wandered the campus. I also saw Sergio. The sight of this trio shoved a monkey wrench deep into my gut and twisted the screws up tight; I am so sick of feeling so sick.

I may sleep easily tonight, considering he lets me. He texted me until... perhaps 2am. Then up was I with the morning dew, ready to be... er... studious?


Nah. I was on the phone with him early the next morning until class started. I swear, I am gonna fail this last exam. However, on every paper in every class insofar, I received nothing lower than an A. Out of every test that I have taken, I only scored one B. The rest, As. Despite the stress and the rediculous lack of rest, I would say that I am doing very well academically. I just need a break from it before I croak, for I can only hold everything on my shoulders for so long.

He told me that he does not want to go to there. He knows the procedures, and he has been through them before. He wants to stay where he is, but I can tell that he is anxious. Wishy-washy. He wants to go, then he wants to stay; again with the former, then again with the latter. His head is clearing. He is still fogged. He is doing better than before, then he is almost doing better. He wants to come back, he wants to stay there; Again with the former, then again with the latter. Me? Where do I stand?

I want him alive.

"Escape from the sinking. Do you see what I mean? Freedom beats the kingdom, and I saw you in my dream."



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