Aug 19, 2005 11:16
It's like I moved out and didn't at the same time. Then, of course, I came back home to sleep in my own bed one last time (and to hope that it would make my back feel better).
I didn't cry. And neither did my parents.
My roommate is a nice girl. We have nothing in common, but she is still nice. She suicided for sororities, meaning you list three houses, but she only listed one. Does it make me a terrible person if I hope she doesn't make it?
I won't miss the people I will never see again after this week. I am only thankful I had the privalege of having them in my life and being a part of theirs.
Change
is
gooooooooooood.
Private entry follows. Neener neener neener.