And These Fingertips Are Moving Faster Than These Lips...
Make this stop.
I can feel the frown on my face.
I'm completely emotionless, lately.
This is hell.
It still has yet to hit me 100% that I'm leaving.
Despite all this talk of FL, the boxes and the 'For Sale' sign.
I'm still not convinced. No one has actually moved me yet.
Not physically. It'll hit me when they say
"Okay, Kaytee, get in the car, it's time to go."
That moment, my entire heart will shatter.
Everyone keeps telling me "Things could be so much worse, it's not that bad."
Yes, I don't have some chronic illness, I'm not starving and I'm not dying.
But, to me, internally, this move makes me feel so dead.
I cry every night. It feels like such a waste of time, but I can't stop.
Faking my smile all day is hard, so when I get home, I wear a frown constantly.
I can't be happy here. This house is just a reminder of what I'm leaving.
For those of you who chose to lecture me on it, I'll have you know
that those I've got in mind have NOT moved.
Please, don't pretend you know what it feels like.
Because you don't.
Also, if you had ever moved, it might not have hurt you,
but I am such an emotional person.
Things affect me twenty times more than normal, at least.
The count-down has begun.
26 days.
Up-coming (aka, the things keeping me alive):
6-6-08: AProm from 7-11pm.
6-7-08: Driver's Ed final; Jaytee's house for the night<3.
6-8-08: Pridefest<3.
6-26-08: License test.
6-27-08: Coughiversary!
I can feel the frown on my face.
I'm completely emotionless, lately.
This is hell.
It still has yet to hit me 100% that I'm leaving.
Despite all this talk of FL, the boxes and the 'For Sale' sign.
I'm still not convinced. No one has actually moved me yet.
Not physically. It'll hit me when they say
"Okay, Kaytee, get in the car, it's time to go."
That moment, my entire heart will shatter.
Everyone keeps telling me "Things could be so much worse, it's not that bad."
Yes, I don't have some chronic illness, I'm not starving and I'm not dying.
But, to me, internally, this move makes me feel so dead.
I cry every night. It feels like such a waste of time, but I can't stop.
Faking my smile all day is hard, so when I get home, I wear a frown constantly.
I can't be happy here. This house is just a reminder of what I'm leaving.
For those of you who chose to lecture me on it, I'll have you know
that those I've got in mind have NOT moved.
Please, don't pretend you know what it feels like.
Because you don't.
Also, if you had ever moved, it might not have hurt you,
but I am such an emotional person.
Things affect me twenty times more than normal, at least.
The count-down has begun.
26 days.
Up-coming (aka, the things keeping me alive):
6-6-08: AProm from 7-11pm.
6-7-08: Driver's Ed final; Jaytee's house for the night<3.
6-8-08: Pridefest<3.
6-26-08: License test.
6-27-08: Coughiversary!