No more. Well, in three days it'll be official, anyway. We are moving out. And I was feeling all sad and reluctant and nostalgic, but now I am so ready. I need to get away for a while, clear my head.
The other day, he told me that he was repulsed-- nay repelled-- wait, make that disinterested by relationships. After three months of leading me along and holding out hope, that's what I hear. Oh, sigh. Good thing nothing he can say will surprise me anymore.
And he tells me not to expect to hear from him over the summer because He Is Not Good At That. At this point, if I'm not even worth a modicum of effort, I'd rather not hear from him anyway. (That was a tough-minded, self-deluding kind of lie. Of course I want to hear from him! It's my pride that doesn't care for him.)
We got room assignments for next year. I got put in an all girls dorm. Says the BND, "Well, maybe you'll live next door to your girlfriend next year." Ha-fucking-ha.
Although, truth be told, the other team isn't looking so bad.
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