Escapes
This will probably be a pretty long entry, because I have two things to journal about. Oh wait, three. Because I got my license. =] Okay now on to the other two.
First of all, I think I might be one of the meanest people I know. I didn't even start noticing it until recently. You know those people that you always talk about? The ones who make other people look bad in a shallow attempt to make themselves feel good? Yeah, I'm one of those people. I was hanging out with Jenni and Steven today, and I couldn't even believe the way I was treating Steven. I was being so mean to him. It's a wonder the boy even talks to me. I can't recall ever being nice to him. Ever. Which is so unfair because he's seriously like the nicest person I know. I suppose that makes it easier for me to treat him like crap, because he'll just take it. Man I'm a jerk. And I still expect everyone to treat me like I'm not. I bug me. =/
So I was going to talk about Sadies but now I don't really feel like it. Maybe later.
But there is something else that I was thinking about. I've been having these dreams for a while. They're all different from each other but essentially the same thing is happening. In the dreams I'm late for something, and I'm trying to get ready and I'm trying to be there on time, but I keep forgetting stuff and I have to go back. Or sometimes I'll be a perfectionist about things so it takes longer to get ready. And I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that is hard to explain. It's a really awful feeling though. In Harry Potter, whenever he uses a Portkey and he feels like there's a hook behind his navel, that's kind of what it feels like. I get the feeling just talking about the dreams. It's extremely uncomfortable. But anyways. I just thought that was kind of odd.
I love you all even if I don't show it sometimes.