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Part of me feels like August can't come soon enough.
The other part feels like its coming too soon.
I'm ready to leave... But, I don't want to leave at all.
I want a change of scenery. I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin, slowly going crazy.
Mostly, I'm just scared. But I think this is completely normal.
My mom asked me if I wanted to go to NYC in September. I just looked at her for a minute. I didn't know what to say, and the only thing that could come out was "I don't plan on being here in September."
We still haven't told my dad. I should probably get on that.
I feel like I have so much to do, but I feel like I have nothing to do at all.
Friday, I'm going to buy patterns and fabric and busting out the sewing machine. I feel like I'm being swarmed with creativity and I need some sort of outlet for this. The only problem is I don't know how to sew, so this should be interesting. I'm sure I'll somehow injure myself or sew my finger to a shirt or something. What fun.
The other part feels like its coming too soon.
I'm ready to leave... But, I don't want to leave at all.
I want a change of scenery. I feel like I'm crawling out of my skin, slowly going crazy.
Mostly, I'm just scared. But I think this is completely normal.
My mom asked me if I wanted to go to NYC in September. I just looked at her for a minute. I didn't know what to say, and the only thing that could come out was "I don't plan on being here in September."
We still haven't told my dad. I should probably get on that.
I feel like I have so much to do, but I feel like I have nothing to do at all.
Friday, I'm going to buy patterns and fabric and busting out the sewing machine. I feel like I'm being swarmed with creativity and I need some sort of outlet for this. The only problem is I don't know how to sew, so this should be interesting. I'm sure I'll somehow injure myself or sew my finger to a shirt or something. What fun.