*Sigh*
I would never have guessed that something I can't control would bring me this amount of frustration.
After being away for a year, I've been dying to get back to Toronto... to relax... and to see someone... "special". Due to botched reservations by a travel agent, I've had to jump hurdles to get ANY ticket out of here and get to New York in time to start school.
I hate how guilty I feel right now about not being able to go to Toronto. I don't feel that I should be to blame for not being able to get a ticket out. It's not as though I didn't put effort into getting the ticket...
My dad's sec. is pulling in favours left, right and center to see if they can get me out of here by Monday. I really hate that I'm feeling so stressed right now because I can't leave earlier... Why do I feel so bad about this? It's not as though I don't want to leave. Au contraire... I'd get on the first flight out of here if I could...
I really hate that my conversation with J left me feeling guilty and upset.
Anyways... I've got to check in with my dad's sec. If nothing comes through before 7pm tonight... I'm going to have to take that ticket to New York on the 29th.~