I just opened my update journal page and I have no idea what to write. Maybe I'll just write about nothing. I'm supposed to go get ice cream or something with Bud whenever he gets here. My parents aren't the fondest of my new style of clothes. My mom reminded me that I'm supposed to be student teaching soon. Thanks for reminding me, Mom, I need more dress clothes...time for another shopping spree, this time at Forever 21. I like how I'm already spending two job's worth of paychecks and I haven't even started at one yet.
On a more personal note, I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so tired of this fight, within myself and with whomever I'm dating at the time. But no matter how many times I try to fix it I can't. I don't like this temporary solution. I don't like that we can't come to a permanent one.
I wanted to be held so much last night. Now I don't even know what I want.