ah the weekend

There's nothing like a weekend alone with my boyfriend to put my life back into perspective. I mean i live for the weekends like the days inbetween are less real, like a semi-depressive dream, and when I wake up on Saturday mornings to see him sleeping next to me, everything is better. Everything makes sense and has purpose. Even though there are things I have been freaking out about because I've been neglecting them, I realize that it's not all that bad and I can still catch up, I can still succeed. He inspires me. Whenever I lose my way, he helps me get back on track before I really screw anything up. I've never had anyone who understands me they way he does; who treats me exactly the way I've always wanted to be treated without ever having to ask me; who can take every complaint I have without getting frustrated and comfort me in such a way that I don't feel like I have anything to complain about anymore. I'm not going to worry anymore about things that already have passed like that exam I took on Friday, what's done is done and all I can do is try to make the future better. That's why I'm not going to be lazy with the next couple of days and I will actually read my music history book and I will study for that exam and I will do well on it on Wednesday. I will. From now on I will take my former attitude about the importance of my studies. No more fucking with my future.