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I need to start writing in this again, because when it hits it hits hard. That makes sense to me. This might even keep my mind off of feeling sad. I don't think that that's possible, but I feel like this is a noble attempt at reverting to the past when things were better, and I wasn't feeling so unconnected.
I've sent all of my college apps. out. Well, almost every app. I'm deciding if I want to spend the $40 on UNH or not. At this point, I'm thinking not.
We'll see.
ps- i really don't want to go anywhere.
Cutting down my Christmas tree didn't feel the same this year. Neither did putting it up. My body is pissed off with me. again. It's like 10th grade. at least I have cait and chels. otherwise...i dont know.
I need to get out of my house, there are too many memories here that don't fade.
I'm nostalgic. This might not really be nostalgia...
none of this makes sense. don't comment.
I've sent all of my college apps. out. Well, almost every app. I'm deciding if I want to spend the $40 on UNH or not. At this point, I'm thinking not.
We'll see.
ps- i really don't want to go anywhere.
Cutting down my Christmas tree didn't feel the same this year. Neither did putting it up. My body is pissed off with me. again. It's like 10th grade. at least I have cait and chels. otherwise...i dont know.
I need to get out of my house, there are too many memories here that don't fade.
I'm nostalgic. This might not really be nostalgia...
none of this makes sense. don't comment.