A week or so ago a friend of mine asked me a question totally out of nowhere and that was if I thought that Kevin was “the one.” This question has been on my mind since she asked it. It’s really such a simple question but it’s so complex at the same time. I don’t think that there’s one specific person for another person and that they’re destined to run into each other one day in the grocery store, look into each other’s eyes, and fall madly in love. However, I do believe that if you’re lucky you’ll run into someone in your life that you click with, that you feel right with, and that you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with. They always said that you’ll know when you find “the one” and what not but I don’t feel like it’s that cut and dry and even if you do just because they’re “the one” doesn’t mean that you’re going to spend the rest of your life with that person. Sometimes things don’t work out and that’s okay. You pull your life back together and move on. So, since I don’t believe in the whole “the one” theory I do see myself with Kevin for a very long time. We compliment each other perfectly, we get along well, and we have the same ambitions in life. We’re getting an apartment together for the fall and we’ve even kind of seriously considered getting a cat together. The only thing that I honestly see ever getting in the way of things is that we’re both stubborn as fuck and neither of us like to be wrong but proving the other wrong in the pursuit of being right hurts the other. You just have to bite the bullet sometimes and pick your battles wisely. I’m not going to lie, I’m not very good at this yet and it causes problems sometimes but I think that overall him and I are pretty good at getting passed things like that. We’ve already been through a lot of rough stuff together and I really think that I could settle down with him one day and be domesticated gays with a super cute apartment/house somewhere with a dog and big boy jobs.

And then I thought to myself “god I’m such a bitch” and then I realized that I’m just tired.

My book bag broke on the way to udf like a half an hour ago so I had to walk all the way back to my dorm with a broken book bag, walk to urban to get a new one, run back to my room, put all my stuff in it and run to class by 2:30. My class is like 16 minutes away. I lost an hour of studying time for an exam I’m not ready for that’s tonight. My mom was no help in this situation and only made it worse. Ugh. I hate everything right now.

I’m just sad that it wasn’t me who kicked the shit out of you. I honestly don’t think that I’ve ever hated someone as much as I hate you.