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Hello, everyone. It's been a while.
I'm going home tomorrow, back to NC. Beach in a few days, so hopefully I'll be able to make a pit stop to Charlotte and see a few people I haven't talked to in a while.
These past few weeks were so stressful, but rather fun. I graduated, I saw my father, it was kindof nice. He was on his best behavior, which helped. Friends of mine, Jessica and April, flew up to visit. We spent the weekend in the city. Danced to african tribal drums in Central Park, ate at Hard Rock cafe, got stoned in our hotel room... you know... usual stuff. It was nice.
Now I am packing and trying to get into the right mental state to start thinking about college. If I really put my mind to it, in 37 days, I will be moving into my new dorm at Appalachian.
in 36 days, I will be 18 years old. I'm scared. Excited. Disoriented, the whole bit.
As far as my love life is concerned, it's pretty much nonexistant. I am very interested in someone. I care about her very much, but with that comes complications. I am about to start a new part of my life, and I don't think it is fair of me to drag her along and expect her to wait for me to figure things out. It's gonna be bumpy and awkward and experimental. She deserves better than that.
I'm going to try and write in this thing more than I have been. It's nice to get stuff out once in a while. But I'm tired now and there's alot to do.
peace, friends!
I'm going home tomorrow, back to NC. Beach in a few days, so hopefully I'll be able to make a pit stop to Charlotte and see a few people I haven't talked to in a while.
These past few weeks were so stressful, but rather fun. I graduated, I saw my father, it was kindof nice. He was on his best behavior, which helped. Friends of mine, Jessica and April, flew up to visit. We spent the weekend in the city. Danced to african tribal drums in Central Park, ate at Hard Rock cafe, got stoned in our hotel room... you know... usual stuff. It was nice.
Now I am packing and trying to get into the right mental state to start thinking about college. If I really put my mind to it, in 37 days, I will be moving into my new dorm at Appalachian.
in 36 days, I will be 18 years old. I'm scared. Excited. Disoriented, the whole bit.
As far as my love life is concerned, it's pretty much nonexistant. I am very interested in someone. I care about her very much, but with that comes complications. I am about to start a new part of my life, and I don't think it is fair of me to drag her along and expect her to wait for me to figure things out. It's gonna be bumpy and awkward and experimental. She deserves better than that.
I'm going to try and write in this thing more than I have been. It's nice to get stuff out once in a while. But I'm tired now and there's alot to do.
peace, friends!