Clarity.

School fast approaches, and I'm rather excited for it.

My schedule:
1-AP Psych, Rice
2-AP Lang. and Comp, Winslow
3-AP Euro, Alwood
Lunch A
4-French PIB, Currelly
5-Chemistry PIB, Uchacz
6-Pre-calculus, Miller

To put it simply, I have my work cut out for me. I can't wait for school to start Monday, considering that I'm sick of sitting at home all day long and watching TV while eating junk. School always has been my haven in a way, and after this year I'll be halfway done with ridding myself of high school.

Currently, I'm at Chelsi's house, waiting for her to wake up but I know she won't until probably later considering she was sick last night. I've missed hanging out with her, and I'm thankful we've finally managed to work out our problems with each other so that this year won't end up like last year (considering we had probably at least five or six fights with each other for no reason). I'm also writing essays for AP Language, having done two out of three of them in the past day or so. After, all the work I have left to do for school is the French media and their reviews.

In other news, sleeping well has become rather rare; I fall asleep around eleven, wake up a few times in the night, and become fully awake at around six-ish in the morning. In one respect, I won't be having adjustment issues for when school starts, but I'm not getting a good night's sleep like I should be (and need desperately).

On the Graham front, we've been talking and have come to a mutual agreement of an open relationship with certain conditions. Our decision makes sense to us because of what we know for sure about each other, and what we know is that there's a reason why we were together for so long and fought to stay together in what seemed like hopeless situations. We owe it to at least the relationship itself to work something out between us, because after all we've believed and felt for two years that we're meant for each other, and so we agreed to keep a "happy medium."

It's not as if we've stopped loving each other, or that we've fallen for somebody else; we want to fufill the real us by being with each other yet also fufilling the teenage us that wants to live like a teenager. We know that this way may hurt, but it hurts less than cheating or not being together at all.

So now, I'm still sitting at Chelsi's kitchen table, annotating my background information for my final essay and sad because my former psychologist Ruth Peters passed away as a result of her battle with ovarian cancer quite recently.

Love,
Caitlyn