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I should stop exaggerating, it's really not that bad, is it?

I had this weird nightmare last night, like I was on an island that can only be reached after high tide, and there was a tavern there with these stone statues of some sort of monster and they all of a sudden came alive and were twisting and screeching with blood dripping from their teeth...and then I woke up.

It can't be that bad, can it? Just another week.

I don't know when I'll see Greg again. He's got class now and busy all the time and too busy to call also apparently. And it's not like I can call either because I know if I do that too often he'll get mad and say I'm obsessing, and I can't get angry because then he'll think that we're better off broken up, and I don't feel like starting a fight I know I can't win. So all I can do is wait and count the days until he calls, and then maybe I can get a little upset if it's been about a week with no word, but not upset to the point where it's really obvious, otherwise I'll just lose again.

I went to see the movie Juno tonight with Kristin and Stephanie. I know Greg wanted to see it too, but if I waited for him, I never would've got my chance. It was cute and funny and I enjoyed it very much. I wish I had half the confidence of Juno, to be weird and say, "I don't give a s**t!" Funny too, in the movie she asked the same question that I've been thinking about for a long time: Can two people really spend the rest of their lives together? Can it really work out? Is love just a fad, or can happiness really survive with two different people? I think about this a lot, because what it all comes down to is that no one really knows for sure what's in the future. How can anything really be certain in life except for death?

Is it really that bad...to go on for one more day, one more week? Or should I just leave, go somewhere, anywhere away from all this? Is nothing ever certain?