I give up. I'm not struggling anymore.
I talked to Stacy Friday. It was just basically a "How ya doin'?" conversation. She said she'd been really busy all week and had finals this coming week. She's having to retake the test she was studying for last week, blah, blah, blah. I saw her Saturday morning when me and the guys went for breakfast. When I left I asked her if she wanted to do something after she got off work. She said, "Yeah, sleep."
That's that. I've taken as much as I can take and I'm not going to take anymore. I am through trying. She's got my number so she can call me if/when her schedule eases up. In the meantime I've got better things to do than worry about if she is going to want to do something sometime. Life goes on.
Fucking pisses me off, disappoints me, and about a hundred other things. But what ya gonna do?