Saturday

Last night. I think the medicine I was on was screwing with me because every time I tried to sleep, my heart was racing like I just ran a 5k. Evan texted me reminding me he missed me at like 2am. Nothing good happens after 2am. We talked about the longing, the feelings, the sadness. We want each other so badly. I don't really know. Right now I am sad. I need to convince myself to move on.

So after getting no sleep, I had my Jefferson scholars interview at piping rock. I was very nervous but gave it my best. I rocked my new suit.

Then I had my UPenn interview.

Then I had a lesson.

It's 9 pm and I'm going to sleep.

Part of me doesn't want to handle to sadness of Jonas' memorial tomorrow.