Nervous Nelly.

Great big HUGE presentation tomorrow morning. Sick just thinking about it. During my academic career I've dropped numerous classes because they required a presentation. No joke.

Also can't figure out if I'm so upset because I know there's no more Boy, or if it's because I know it's all my fault. I'm the one who's bat-shit crazy. I'm the one who ruins everything. I'm so ashamed and guilty. If he were to read this, I know he'd make that irritated noise and say...

Get Over It!

I will, eventually. I've no other choice.

P.S. My new roommate in the room next to mine, the one with thin walls, has been talking on her phone since I got home at 10. I hope this isn't a nightly routine. She has a loud voice. And she giggles, a lot. Ah well, can't fault somebody for being happy.

"You were meant for me
I believe you were sent to me
From a dream straight into my arms
Hold your body close to me
You mean the most to me
We will keep each other safe from harm"
-Ben Harper