Today has been kind of a sad day. I've felt like I've been kicked around in the mud for a little while. I'm so stressed out with school/registration (see my previous post) and where I'm going in life that I just don't really know what to do with my life. I honestly have no idea what's going on. I feel so lost. What's worse is that I've reached the point where I just want to give up because I'm not seeing the point (and the sensible part of my brain that isn't overloaded with life is saying, "Kayleigh, you don't really believe that," whereas the passionate, less reasonable part of my brain is crying on the insde and virtually committing brain suicide...don't do it Brain! You have so much to live for!). And because of my physics class, I might not be able to keep my full-two-semesters-tuition-paid-for for school. I'm not failing. In fact, I'm doing above average in that class. But apparently, that's not good enough.
And Brant's gone on his mission. He reported to the MTC this morning. He's kind of my safe harbor (aside from my family) who's been there for almost four years. No, I'm not in love with him. He and I already established we could never get married (haha, and he almost ran into a car when I asked him if we could...it had been distressing my mind for a while). He is one of my very best friends. We'd go shopping together all the time (and no, he was very much into girls as well...he just had an uncanny knack for picking out cute clothes for me...it was bizarre, really) and when I had no girlfriend to confide all my girl problems to (i.e. boys and all that jazz) I'd go to Brant. And he'd listen. He'd try to give me advice. Granted, the advice he'd give me wasn't always very smart advice, but he listened, and sometimes all you need is someone who will listen to you and give you a shoulder to cry on. I'll miss the punk. But it's cool...two years goes by fast, I guess.
Well, I just kind of had to vent. This post really made no sense at all, but I just needed to sort out what I was feeling.