my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
We spent the entire. boring. long. weekend at my Grandma's. It went pretty much like this: Eat. Clean up. Watch TV. Pretend I'm not trying to listen to my mom and grandma talk in whispers in the other room. Try to call my dad to wish him Happy Thanksgiving and get the answering machine. Get so bored and restless that I have to refrain from ripping my own hair out by the roots. Repeat ad nauseaum. At least the sun finally came back out yesterday. Now I'm worried that it'll disappear without warning again.
I just got back home today after school. My own bed, my own room. Amazing how you take those things for granted. Jake wasn't at school today. I hope he's not sick. I should call him... God, I'm being such a girl. I keep putting it off because I'm hoping he'll call me. I'm a dork.
I just got back home today after school. My own bed, my own room. Amazing how you take those things for granted. Jake wasn't at school today. I hope he's not sick. I should call him... God, I'm being such a girl. I keep putting it off because I'm hoping he'll call me. I'm a dork.