Childishness Isn't A Sin.
That's been my mantra to myself lately. There is nothing wrong with being naive, or with finding wonder in the world. I get like this when I feel like I'm growing up too fast. But thank God my attention span is short enough that I get distracted and happy again soon enough. But sometimes, I feel like screaming it at other people.
Christmas was fun. I had more fun watching my little siblings freak out and try to open all the presents than with my own presents, truth be told. But, of course, this holiday is about more than presents. I liked the time spent just sitting and talking with my grandparents. I could do that every day that I'm here, but I don't. And it's nice. Their stories about Honduras are always so fascinating, because it feels like a whole other world, one I'll never get to experience.We didn't go to Midnight Mass this year, and I was kind of disappointed. I'm looking forward to that pan de rosco for Three King's Day, though!
I want to go back to Jersey. This should not be news to anyone, I'm kind of in a constant state of Wanting To Go Back To Jersey. But I don't know, whenever I come back home, I get this awful, creeping feeling that I'm just done with Georgia. Of course, that feeling goes away the instant I step on the Georgia State "campus", but still... I don't feel like I belong here anymore. It's weird.
So being relatively alone for an extended period of time does odd things to me. i feel like I'm trapped in a fox den, and I only want to talk to my best friend. And I want to type in all caps and troll everybody, all the time. And it's taken me about three days to post this entry and MBN.,CVMH
The two most watched channels by me this winter break: Bravo and ABC Family. What is this. What am I doing with my life. WHY AM I SO WEIRD VFUIU;BGL.
I've been wanting to start writing again. I want to try my hand at short stories, like horror stories. Besides the overwhelming fact that I suck at writing, I'm kind of a wuss. Every so often, I go to like, creepypasta and read every story, ever. and then I can't sleep for two days, and everything is terrible. So I have no idea why I want to write creepies. It's this damn cabin fever, I really need to see some people my age, and soon. Ugh.
Christmas was fun. I had more fun watching my little siblings freak out and try to open all the presents than with my own presents, truth be told. But, of course, this holiday is about more than presents. I liked the time spent just sitting and talking with my grandparents. I could do that every day that I'm here, but I don't. And it's nice. Their stories about Honduras are always so fascinating, because it feels like a whole other world, one I'll never get to experience.We didn't go to Midnight Mass this year, and I was kind of disappointed. I'm looking forward to that pan de rosco for Three King's Day, though!
I want to go back to Jersey. This should not be news to anyone, I'm kind of in a constant state of Wanting To Go Back To Jersey. But I don't know, whenever I come back home, I get this awful, creeping feeling that I'm just done with Georgia. Of course, that feeling goes away the instant I step on the Georgia State "campus", but still... I don't feel like I belong here anymore. It's weird.
So being relatively alone for an extended period of time does odd things to me. i feel like I'm trapped in a fox den, and I only want to talk to my best friend. And I want to type in all caps and troll everybody, all the time. And it's taken me about three days to post this entry and MBN.,CVMH
The two most watched channels by me this winter break: Bravo and ABC Family. What is this. What am I doing with my life. WHY AM I SO WEIRD VFUIU;BGL.
I've been wanting to start writing again. I want to try my hand at short stories, like horror stories. Besides the overwhelming fact that I suck at writing, I'm kind of a wuss. Every so often, I go to like, creepypasta and read every story, ever. and then I can't sleep for two days, and everything is terrible. So I have no idea why I want to write creepies. It's this damn cabin fever, I really need to see some people my age, and soon. Ugh.