Dec 10, 2007 12:42
I want to clean.
My room is a mess. My car is, too. I have school work that NEEDS to be taken care of. Classes that I still need to register for. Christmas presents I need to buy.
This weekend I'll take care of it all.
I have to. So gross.
I feel weird. I didn't know him all that well. He was just sort of around all the time. He was a friend of my friends. So no, we weren't close. I did know him. We were "friends". He was the nicest boy in the world. Just strange to convince myself that I'll never see him again.
So it goes.