[DL] blech

I feel utterly craptacular. I'm probably going to be sick tomorrow, I'm angsting over my transcript beyond belief (I just called up Mr. Currie to ask if I could enroll in junior high!), SAT IIs coming up, I still have homework to do tonight, and THE FIRST MATH MEET OF MY FINAL SEASON IS TOMORROW! I'm tempted to take Mitcho's (sarcastic?) advice to skip school so I can rest up before the meet.

Ok, I should sign off. TTYAL.

[DL] Ima wa owari desu (ka).

I hate this. I REALLY hate this. My atheistic God knows I hope I change my mind, but I really think, for now at least, it's for the best. Maybe things'll change down the road, and we'll be able to pick up again not-quite where we left off. Or maybe not.

We're going to get together on Tuesday and just talk. (Tomorrow's the math meet and Japanese, which I may not go to anyway...) I still can't believe this is real.

A promise to myself: on Tuesday, the most I may do to change my mind is decide to take at least a two-week break. Though I don't have to make things final, I will NOT get back together on Tuesday.

On a side note, what if we get back together after Oma and Opa go back to Germany, and they never get to meet him? ^^; More importantly...

How in the hell am I going to get through this surgery without him?

Itsumo, itsumo, itsumo aishiteru.