Traditions for all the good that they are, sometimes break down. Sometimes evolve. With the new semester finally hitting its stride, I seem to be letting more and more of those traditions fall on the wayside. Skipping out on Alpha Chi mixers, missing Thursday margaritas with Kelsey, even ditching my new year's tradition of quitting bubble gum.
I just didn't have the energy.
Not when so much of my life now revolved around Kellan.
Or rather revolved around not Kellan.
Like how I now have to avoid Wendt. How I slink around the engineering campus like Kim Possible on a mission to hide out. How The Grill in all its glory has become a nightmare for me.
Because he's there. Looking devilishly handsome, some fresh beauty giggling next to him and every time it kills me. Kills me seeing the smil
