because maybe you're gonna be the one that saves me
If two years ago, you had told me I would feel the way I do right now, I would not have believed you. I would have told you it was impossible. And I guess that's pretty logical, as people always change, and you can hardly anticipate any of it. But I guess the way I feel now is so foreign, unexpect, and I just...can't fathom any of it. I have no where else to go, but I don't want this anymore. This entry is sort of beating around the bush, but I tend to write my entries to anonymous "you's" and be crazy-vague about whatever it is I really want to say.
That's why I don't understand the concept of online journals; Why say anything at all if you can't say everything? Attention? Partially. Just to know that someone out there is reading, whether they care or not.
I really wish I still had a copy of Perks. I miss mine, and definitely need to read it again.
This week is going slowly, what with rehearsals, homework, driving lessons, and general stress. Hopefully this weekend will bring a much-needed reunion with Sara, and some good times overall. I am going to see Sara and the Neffster in their show sometime this weekend, and I also, unfortunately, must attend a funeral.
I miss Disney World. Road trip, anyone? Oh, if only...
Who am I anymore? I need to figure that out. But, for now, Spanish homework.