Mar 14, 2005 23:04
I find this amusing. The last update in this journal was April 5, and that was a quiz. The last update with any sort of story was February 27. Lots of things have changed since then, so it's interesting to look at the time in between my first and last post. I'm about to graduate in a month's worth of school days left, give or take. I've gone to Washington DC (in January, man that's cold) to the second Inauguration of a President. I'm 17 going on 18. I find it most interesting, if nothing else, that I stopped updating my journal right before one of the most important parts of my life found me. Shortly after my last update, Prom came around. I had no date and mostly just hung out with Doc. But just a night or two before Prom (give or take again), I was talking with my longtime internet friend and previous online girlfriend Brittany (we had been separated due to a friend thinking I was a stalker about four or five years back and Brittany had pretty much no say). Thanks to, interestingly enough, another friend that saw she still had a lot of feelings for me, she kind of pushed us back together. We make our anniversary date April 9. So next month, we'll have been together for a year. I've seen her in person twice in that time. Once on May 29 in New Orleans, and then she came to spend a week with me during this past Christmas Break. I've never been as close to her as anybody, and the same with her. We can be the people we've only ever been to ourselves. When we first went to see her, my dad told me afterwards that he saw her eyes just totally light up when she saw me. He did also ask me, "What if you meet her and you two don't work?" I just told him, "We will." We did, and still do. Around Christmas, we stayed together constantly (had to squeeze out every drop of time together after all). She told me that being here with me was more like home than hers ever was, and that she didn't feel wrong calling it that. We've been planning on her moving here after she graduates next year (same age as me, but her birthday fell late). She felt like she belonged here, rather than where she is in the middle of nowhere. Even Mr. Lewis said she fits right in over here. She does not like where she currently is. School sucks, and the school board doesn't care. Her stepdad is a jackass, and her mother has for some reason gone to making excuses for his ways. Most of the people she knows out there probably won't go anywhere. They'll just stay there, and their kids will go nowhere, as will their kids and so on. She wants out of her hole that limits her ability so badly. I hate it even more because not only does it make her unhappy, I can't get her out of it yet. I am her happiness, her world. She knows that and has told me such, and I can feel that from her. But I can only do so much being about five hours away (she's in Louisiana if you haven't picked that up yet). It's not fair, but that's not a fairness we can change right now. It's hard, but we continue. I've always had the desire to save the world in my own fantasies. And I want to save the world.
I want to save my world, save the one I love so dearly.
Fox out.