i'm not quite sure why, but for some reason when i thought about how old i was, 15 just popped into my head.
i kinda wish i was 15 again. i was a sophmore, had more friends than i do now, stuff in my life hadn't happened yet (problems with my dad, guys, moreso lee) just seems better than 18...
though i shouldn't really say that. i guess i am lucky. i have a roof over my head, i'm building my future slowly but surely,i have a boyfriend that i love with every drop of blood in my body, but i just wish i had some things back then that i don't have now or vice versa.
i just feel like something is missing, but i don't really think anything is.
The thought of the unknown scares me to death. future = frightening. how can i be sure that what i want to do i'll be able to do. i want to be content; financially wise, relationship wise. i want to be happy.
i don't think that's too much to ask.
but all is well because katrina gave me THIS when we went to wendy's today!!! (elf kid's meals!!!!!!)
he holds onto stuff, like chapstick for those blustery days, what a great guy.
this was on the bag. i attached him to my computer monitor so when i look up buddy is as excited to see me as he is to see santa. :)