Okay...
As I sit on Porter's bed using her laptop (my computer decided to rebel against me but don't worry...He'll get what's for soon) and listening to Eminem, I guess today was a pretty good day.
I didn't think it was going to be a good day though when I saw Alex come out of the elevator at West Point today. But you know what? We seem to hate each other, but it really isn't as bad as I make it out to be. Though I hate Alex for a lot of things, that's the past. Alex will always be somewhat of a crazy decision. Today I found out his great grandmother past away and I was so sad about it. I met his great grandmother when I was in Indiana and she was an amazing lady. She was 94 though and lived a full life. She was telling me stories in the sunroom about Florida back in 20's and I remember telling me when we left in the Raggio's Catera that she told me i was a lovely lady. She was probably the only person in Indiana who truly liked me and now she's dead.
Going back to West Point was fine for me. My westpointophobia is pretty much gone. All that shit is in the past now. And Alex even says that Braden is a good guy and he's happy for me. He did tell me I was crazy though...I told him the only crazy thing I did was date him.
So there you have it...Alex might love guns and the memories of him in the Delta High parking lot still haunt my dreams...something good might come out of all of this
Focusing on the past is bullshit too...i mean, it's never going to happen to you again...so why care?
On a another unrelated topic...there is a birthday party in the hallway and I need to go to the bathroom but there are too many people outside...
This stinks
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