So far, my week has been an eventful roller coaster.
Sam still won't talk to me. While I hesitate to say that I'm over her, I have experienced an extended level of detachment. However, though I no longer care for her in a romantic sense, I'm still worried. How did she get all the way out there that night without a car? That's a good 20-minute drive. I don't want to call the pigs for several reasons, but her roommate is the most difficult person to get a hold of.
In short, I'm at a loss and don't know what to do. I don't know who was out there that night but I keep thinking 'what if he got my plate number?' or something. I don't think that's too far-fetched, even for someone as paranoid as I am. Right?
On the brighter side of things, therapy is working out pretty well. She won't let me record in her office, though. Reuben has had a girlfriend for about a week now, and I suppose I should applaud him for that. I, on the other hand, prefer the slow route. I don't want to make the same mistakes I did with the last few. My new interest is working out pretty well, but I'm still at a certain point where I'm like 'does she or doesn't see'. I feel like I'm getting mixed signals but maybe I'm over-analyzing. I feel stupid around her lately because I've been congested and had this terrible cough- which is just my luck when I meet someone new, right?
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