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I wrote a really long entry in my physical journal this morning at about 4:30... I couldn't sleep so I decided that instead of wasting my time just tossing in bed I would put my feelings down into words. I would write it on here, but for once, I feel it's too personal. Kind of odd, considering how many of those ultra-revealing quizzes I've put on here, lol.
Last night, after Margaret got back from home, she and I walked down to the 7-11 and got some snacks, then came back and just chilled in her room for a while. She brought me the next three books in the series she got me interested in. I've already finished one of them and I'm just shy of halfway through the next. It's kind of amusing-- I haven't found the time to read, especially this fast, in a long while. I've rediscovered a lot out about myself recently, and that reassures me in ways that are hard to describe. I finally, after months, feel like myself again. I'm not sure exactly what made me feel like something else, but that's a question to ponder another day.
Life is good. I'm learning to appreciate it more than ever. My dad is home, and it feels like things are slowly returning to the way that they should be. I feel like I'm doing a lot of growing up in very short order, while still keeping the child-like side of me intact. Strangely enough, I feel like I will do anything to protect the innocence I feel inside of me. *smile* I know you're all probably going to laugh at the thought of me being innocent, but I suppose it depends on the way that you look at things, perhaps as much so as the way that you actually define the word "innocent". My parents have always been kind of proud that my sisters and I weren't "street wise" like some of our cousins, and I guess that is a factor of the "innocence" I'm talking about. But it also feels like much more. I don't want to lose the way I can look at things, the way I am easily pleased and entertained. If it doesn't take much to make you happy, then sadness can't keep its hold for long.
Bah, I'm done for now. That kind of seems a silly rant now.
Last night, after Margaret got back from home, she and I walked down to the 7-11 and got some snacks, then came back and just chilled in her room for a while. She brought me the next three books in the series she got me interested in. I've already finished one of them and I'm just shy of halfway through the next. It's kind of amusing-- I haven't found the time to read, especially this fast, in a long while. I've rediscovered a lot out about myself recently, and that reassures me in ways that are hard to describe. I finally, after months, feel like myself again. I'm not sure exactly what made me feel like something else, but that's a question to ponder another day.
Life is good. I'm learning to appreciate it more than ever. My dad is home, and it feels like things are slowly returning to the way that they should be. I feel like I'm doing a lot of growing up in very short order, while still keeping the child-like side of me intact. Strangely enough, I feel like I will do anything to protect the innocence I feel inside of me. *smile* I know you're all probably going to laugh at the thought of me being innocent, but I suppose it depends on the way that you look at things, perhaps as much so as the way that you actually define the word "innocent". My parents have always been kind of proud that my sisters and I weren't "street wise" like some of our cousins, and I guess that is a factor of the "innocence" I'm talking about. But it also feels like much more. I don't want to lose the way I can look at things, the way I am easily pleased and entertained. If it doesn't take much to make you happy, then sadness can't keep its hold for long.
Bah, I'm done for now. That kind of seems a silly rant now.