I got two hours of sleep last night. Texted him until 3:30 in the morning, then couldn’t sleep. I told him almost exactly what I wrote yesterday, but the bleak conversation took an…odd turn. He did it on purpose, knowing it would distract me, I’m fairly sure.
I don’t know what to think anymore.
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I do believe I’ve found a roommate for next year. She’s an odd person, I suppose, but odd is good. I hope they let us room together; I won’t enjoy being stuck with random, boring people.
My classes are also scheduled aside from an issue with English.
I think this is good.
