Going Home
It's so strange, packing for school I start to get excited, even though I've been dreading it. I'm excited to show people my movies, my new clothes, new experiences. I realize how much my life in the past month has become tied up in another person. I hang my rose that is STILL so beautiful! from my window and think of us, I pack the card she gave me, our pictures, clothes we bought together, the journal she bought me is packed so carefully. I find movie stubs from movies we saw together and Love Actually songs are stuck in my head. My ears ache from our piercing adventure! I came with bags full of my stuff, my pride, me, and I'm leaving with pieces of her. I'm leaving. And Kara never called. I miss her. I'm starting to get sad so I better get off, I can't afford any depression. Night.