life the universe and me

Potential Apartment

Okay so I’ve been trying to not post about this until I know what’s really going on butttttt here I am.

I’m currently in my second year at university and I’ve been living in the dorms for these past two years. Last year I shared a room with two girls and this year I share a room with one girl. I’ve had no kitchen, no personal living room, no personal bathroom.

My options for housing next year are to stay in this dorm (double room, communal bathroom down the hall, no kitchen, no living room), a bigger dorm that is suite style (double room, personal bathroom, potential living, no kitchen), or to try for the apartments (single room, personal bathroom, living room, and kitchen).

My 5 friends and I are going to try our luck in getting into the apartments. They cost more and they are quite hard to get into but because the lottery system for housing has changed for this year our chances are somewhat okay for getting the apartment. 

It would be so nice to finally have access to a kitchen and no longer be living off of the horrible campus food (my campus is not vegetarian or gluten free friendly so). I wouldn’t have to get fully dressed in order to go to the bathroom. And as an added plus, I’d have a room to myself for the first time in 2 years soooo…lets hope this all works out! Wish me luck!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.