I have come to a potentially dangerous conclusion: I want affection more than I want sex.

Interesting.

. . .

University is not easy this year. I dropped one of my six courses, which is slightly disappointing. Please let it be known that this decision was not made with the basis of reducing course work, but, rather, the class fit largely in the 'useless' section of my educational career. (Not transcript-wise, but 'Hm, I'm not learning anything' wise.)

The difficulty of course work may be a good thing, considering the significant lack of what most student dub 'social life.' social life? What's that? I haven't had that since the beginning of July! I'm starting to forget what it even means!

Okay, so it's not quite so bad.

My new roommates in the house are quite cool and a fair amount of fun, but my friends that I know are.. Well.. let's just say that they're boring. That's the nice way to put it.

Kandy was visiting from England, which was fabulous, but I NEED SPACE. I get very cranky when I'm around someone 24-7 and have no private time. I still cried when she left though because I will miss her. Such is my life - saying goodbye to the people I love. Always. (I realise most people's lives are like this.)

I'm not looking to escape anymore, though. I'm resigned to the fact that I'll be single for a long time and I have another year at university, and at least two more years in Canada. I'm dealing with it because that's the only way to avoid going absolutelyuckingcrazy. I can allow mysel to yearn as much as I want, and let sorrow swallow me whole... But I can't do that. Not yet, anyway.

I'll deal with the next two years, and then we'll see.

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