But things have been really hard lately, and the continual love and support from back home is more than appreciated. All you friends are so good to me. Thank you to Tracie for listening to me talk her ear off about my program and everything that was going on. Thank you to Joey for talking to me as a fellow man, and giving me endless laughs. Especially, thank you to my mother for talking me through the pain of coming home to an empty house for the first time in my life.
I will be updating things more, now that internet is coming into the apartment in about a week. I will be satisfying JP (and anyone else who wished to check back consistently) with blogs [hopefully] every week. I just have to think of things to say! It's gonna be a little battle to think of what to write in here and what to keep out. I think it's gonna end up being pretty honest, actually. It is gonna have some moments in which I really open myself up here, and I hope everyone can see how I'm feeling and what I'm thinking while over here in Orlando.
One thing has been finding someone to talk to. When I called my mom in tears the other night, I found myself in the place where I couldn't even speak about what's going on. All I could do was just cry over what was going on. I wanted someone to talk to. I wanted someone who was going to meet me on my level, to see how I was feeling. That's what I need right now. People to try and see me where I am.
And so it gets to the point to where my mother tells me that I should get hooked up with someone from a church here. I know that's true. And so this guy calls me today from a local church...David Lorenz. He got hooked up from another guy at the church, who heard from my dad, who got the OK from me to call someone at that church. And so I had this 15 minute conversation with this guy, but I couldn't really talk to him like ME. Because I felt like I still had to be on good behavior. And that's not how I want to feel around people. Sure there are times that I like that feeling, like when I was around Noel, Elysse's mother, for example. I enjoy being cordial in time like that. But if I'm telling someone about my problems, I at least want to be able to curse. And I don't feel like I can do that in front of someone in the church. Sorry.
Well that's all for now.
I'll be posting more.
Be ready.
This will probably get intense.
5 comments:
Aww you remembered my moms name...that's crazy !
Definitely becoming associated with a local church is a good idea. Make you feel like a part of something at least...a safe place kindof ? But I see what you mean about censoring your language.
But if you ever want to talk and use bad words, I'm fine with that. :p
Hang in there.
just look to school, classmates and such, i know youll find someone from the socal area that isnt a east cost weirdo.
lol
well buddy we all miss you, so come home soon to your buddys.
and yea.
keep posting.
This blog sounded just like the dream I told you about, insane.
Awww Lan, swear away! As we say around the apartment here: "hug it out bitch." Yep, that's my advice, and get over to the campus cafe in the morning so we can iChat it up when you're not in class.
I support the swearing if it is necessary...Lord knows I've done my share! Be yourself Lan 'cause in the end it's the best you have to offer.
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