Hm....
I hate how forgetable I am. Everyone seems to just forget about me
CONSTANTLY. Like, my birthday. Nobody ever rememberes except my family,
and sometime one or two friends, if I'm lucky. It gets lost in the hype
of Christmas. How many of you remembered that I turned fifteen the day
after Christmas? Besides Jennifer, she's just amazing. Right now, my
life is so good, and at the same time, so immensely shitty. Home life =
horrible.
School life = pretty darn bad.
Church life = awesome.
Dance life = pretty good.
Youth Group is just fantastic, and so is dance, but then I come home and it's the same situation, 24/7. It is getting better, though, I think. But I could just be getting used to it. Weekends are the only things I can look forward to now, besides cooking every once in a while. That's another thing, the fact that I cook so little nowadays. I made a cake today, for history, and that was fun (it turned out great, by the way), but how much cooking am I going to get to do the rest of the week, and the week after that? Maybe I should just stop whining, suck it up, and get out there to do something, instead of getting caught up in this cycle of depression at home. Bah, humbug. It's off to bed for me, I'm too tired to make sense anymore. In fact, just disregard this entire last entry, please.
Goodnight,
Anna
School life = pretty darn bad.
Church life = awesome.
Dance life = pretty good.
Youth Group is just fantastic, and so is dance, but then I come home and it's the same situation, 24/7. It is getting better, though, I think. But I could just be getting used to it. Weekends are the only things I can look forward to now, besides cooking every once in a while. That's another thing, the fact that I cook so little nowadays. I made a cake today, for history, and that was fun (it turned out great, by the way), but how much cooking am I going to get to do the rest of the week, and the week after that? Maybe I should just stop whining, suck it up, and get out there to do something, instead of getting caught up in this cycle of depression at home. Bah, humbug. It's off to bed for me, I'm too tired to make sense anymore. In fact, just disregard this entire last entry, please.
Goodnight,
Anna