May 07, 2008 21:56
I miss the dog. Goddamn dog. My Tanka doggy. Puffy.
I miss Mark. I want him back home now.
My memory disappoints me more every day... I hope my photography suffices to provide me with an account of the past few years. I won't remember it soon enough.
My brother is leaving for college two weeks before I am. I'll be alone in my house, the ultimate example of the youngest child. And then I'll be alone, without Col. That's weird. To reference Cat's Eye, the older brother may not care that much about hanging out with her, but the little sister has only ever known hanging out with him. It's all she remembers. I don't see my parents a whole lot of the time anymore, and I haven't known any of my friends for more than six years. Seventeen years is a lot.
The crowds at shows are getting worse and it's just another reminder that my crowd is moving on. First the fields, now this. Bollocks.
Miss you.