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I feel the same way as I did when I quit Runescape. The only thing I will miss is the music and reading my friends blogs (not like too many of them particularly interested me or weren't pointless).
I was going to draw last night and make a nice picture for someone special, but like every other time I get motivated to draw a nice picture for this person, my mood gets killed and the picture isn't drawn. Maybe I'll do it as soon as I'm done typing this out.
The house business is getting insane. The more I think about it the more I don't want to leave this comfort. I can always find a place where I can have peace and quiet, where I can be alone and have my own space. Not for long though so I need to enjoy it while I still can. I wish I could honestly say that the size of your house doesn't make you happy, but it does for me. I'm sad that I'll be moving into a two bedroom townhome with only a living room and an unfinished basement the size of my current bedroom.
Prom, oh Prom. I'm too stubborn to ask any boys (or the boy) about if he even wants to go with me. I'm too stubborn to even bring up anything that has to do with him and I going together. It'd be nice to know though. Then I could decide to actually go get my dress tailored or not instead of letting it sit in the basement too big for me and lose time, or waste money and get it done and then not go. I guess either way I could go with Erin Cooper, but sometimes I just feel like I've been kicked out of the "group" because I'm too prideful or something. So there's that. Prom.
It's almost a year. April 3rd. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and sadly nightmarish thoughts are returning. I hate thinking about it. I wish it had never happened. I wish I could go over there and run up to the treat drawer again and grab out the treats, to hug him, to eat dinner there, to have birthday parties with him and Christmas and Easter. I want the humor back and the joy. Now it's just depressing.
I want to grow up and live in a house without an oven and instead a giant fireplace, a house where the family room is really a studio, and bathrooms that have amazing porcelain things. Like a toilet as beautiful as my favorite vase. I want it to be on a lake, with an outdoor shower, and a giant wood burning kiln. Yep.
What else have I been thinking about for the past couple of weeks...
... I hate high school, yet I just want to be a plain take-it-easy high schooler who knows nothing about the real world and can still completely rely on mommy and daddy. Oh well. Times change I guess.
I was going to draw last night and make a nice picture for someone special, but like every other time I get motivated to draw a nice picture for this person, my mood gets killed and the picture isn't drawn. Maybe I'll do it as soon as I'm done typing this out.
The house business is getting insane. The more I think about it the more I don't want to leave this comfort. I can always find a place where I can have peace and quiet, where I can be alone and have my own space. Not for long though so I need to enjoy it while I still can. I wish I could honestly say that the size of your house doesn't make you happy, but it does for me. I'm sad that I'll be moving into a two bedroom townhome with only a living room and an unfinished basement the size of my current bedroom.
Prom, oh Prom. I'm too stubborn to ask any boys (or the boy) about if he even wants to go with me. I'm too stubborn to even bring up anything that has to do with him and I going together. It'd be nice to know though. Then I could decide to actually go get my dress tailored or not instead of letting it sit in the basement too big for me and lose time, or waste money and get it done and then not go. I guess either way I could go with Erin Cooper, but sometimes I just feel like I've been kicked out of the "group" because I'm too prideful or something. So there's that. Prom.
It's almost a year. April 3rd. I've been thinking about it a lot lately and sadly nightmarish thoughts are returning. I hate thinking about it. I wish it had never happened. I wish I could go over there and run up to the treat drawer again and grab out the treats, to hug him, to eat dinner there, to have birthday parties with him and Christmas and Easter. I want the humor back and the joy. Now it's just depressing.
I want to grow up and live in a house without an oven and instead a giant fireplace, a house where the family room is really a studio, and bathrooms that have amazing porcelain things. Like a toilet as beautiful as my favorite vase. I want it to be on a lake, with an outdoor shower, and a giant wood burning kiln. Yep.
What else have I been thinking about for the past couple of weeks...
... I hate high school, yet I just want to be a plain take-it-easy high schooler who knows nothing about the real world and can still completely rely on mommy and daddy. Oh well. Times change I guess.