I am a butterfly.
I don't think I could be anymore happy lately, it's Lilac & I against the world.
Everything is working out. I am really loving this weather, I love coming home sitting on my front lawn reading. Waiting for the paper and watching the birds. I guess you could call me a geek, but I'm simply just content. I love when the weather starts to get nice, and I can spend more time on my own outside. I think I am going to see Kathleen tommorow. That makes me pretty frigging happy, because I miss her. Last time we hung out it was at a childrens playground and 98% of the time I was naked. Hahaha. Oh, life. I had a shitload of make up work to make up today. But I really didn't care. I felt pretty nice for once, not like ass. I am starting to accept the fact that mommy is not coming back, and I am moving on. I have to keep remembering that she didn't do anything for me, except give up, and move on. But I am such a forgiving person sometimes. It back fires on me. I really do talk about about a thousand different things at once. I think, way, to much. & I really don't mind. Except when I start getting into things like " Do ants have couches " or " Do monkeys look at their beds the same way we do? " I'm an odd one. This much, I know. Well, about that make up work, I should probally get to it, not to mention I update my journal way to much so. Peacelovehappiness. To all of you!