Pretty much all I’m gonna be doing the next four months.
I’ll somehow fit working out in there.
I could’ve sworn on my mother’s grave that this would’ve never happened.
It all seems so unreal.
I feel like you saved me from going deeper than I ever would’ve.
You give me hope.
And things seem okay for once.
I’ll be very tight on money once I get my own car with my own money, but it’s doable.
School shouldn’t be too hard as long as I balance it well with work.
Things are fine, and I like that.
I really hope I’m wrong in saying that you’ll probably go away just like everyone else does.
I really hope I’m wrong.
Please prove me wrong.