Things in the life of the crepeman are deteriorating as of late. Until very recently school was going great (I'm one semester from my MA), I was in a great relationship with a bright future, and I had planned out life until graduation in December. First the girlfriend called it off. It was a distance thing, and even though that distance isn't much as distances go, it's been over a year of it, so I can only blame her so much. I tried to go up as often as I could but this semester has been hard financially so I was only able to see her a few times in February and March. I think my car breaking down was the last straw. There were some signs that maybe it was a temporary lapse to be rekindled over the summer but I went and ruined that. It sucks, we never had a big fight, we never had any problems with fidelity or anything, we were perfect up until the end.
After it ended I couldn't focus on anything. I was consumed with memories, possibilities, fantasies of what could have been and what almost was. And regret. Lots of regret. I blamed myself for what happened and began identifying every time I could have been sweeter to her, every time she wanted me to stay and I couldn't or she wanted me to call her and I didn't. It wasn't healthy. I didn't eat for a very long time. I lost somewhere around six or seven pounds. I didn't sleep for days at a time. I could barely stay awake in class, and when I got home I either passed out at my desk or played video games to try to take my mind off her. I didn't read for class, I didn't grade the papers I was supposed to or write the papers I was assigned. I fell behind in everything. I've had perfect grades up until now, I fear I may not pass this semester.
Worse still, I fell into old, old habits that I thought I had finally tamed. It was one or two incidents, and I was able to limit the damage, but it scared me and made everything worse.
Perhaps worst of all, my plans for the summer were made back in February when we were still quite happy. We were going to get an apartment together over the summer, work hard and save money, and I would continue to live there and commute the hour or so to class every day in the fall. I had the apartment picked out, my job has been secured since before Valentine's Day, I was ready. And then this all happened with no warning. So now I have a good, well-paying job, but no place to live. The nearest friend I can room with for a while lives an hour away from the job, hour and a half if there's any traffic at all, and even when I get it back from the shop next week my car is still very sick. If it dies it is $3,000 to replace the transmission, and that's a death blow for me.
Two months ago I was happy. I was a great student, a loving boyfriend, a careful planner, a stable adult. Everything has fallen apart in so little time and I have been powerless to stop any of it. Instead of living with the girl I love and saving for a ring I'll be driving three hours a day and working ten hour shifts to afford a small apartment trapped in a super small town. And she's living and working in the same town all summer. It's not the sort of place where you can avoid anyone, either. I'm just tired. I'm tired of school, I'm tired of missing her, I'm tired of being uncertain and losing weight and the headaches and I'm physically tired.